Novel & Cerita Whitney Houston Nickname

She whispered. I straightened up as she whispered my nickname. No one was allowed to call me that except for her. It was her nickname to me and no one else's. Like I said she never uses my full name. Shes only used my full name twice. Once when we had a huge fight and again on the night my parents pulled us apart. Well 3 times now when she had Damion mindlink me earlier. "Wildflower." I whispered to her. The man standing beside her stiffened. I stared at him. Who the hell is he to her?

Keya P.O.V In Grammys' room, she was on ten with the flirting. This is worst than with Carmelo like she's even given Manny a nickname – The Stallion! I actually like it, shit he's hung like one! But I don't think they'll let me call them that. OMG, I knew she heard us! And all this fool can say is, my bad, ugh!! I know she's gonna bug me all day about it, jeez. Walking like a cowgirl? Now she knows that I've been bow-legged since birth. My knees don't touch it's not my fault.

"Well, well. Shouldn't a housewife be home learning how to be a good little full-time wife—how to keep her man from straying? What are you doing here, showing your face in public? That's not exactly the mark of a good housewife." Sharon could host a formal dinner or make a perfect bowl of soup—graceful in the parlor, capable in the kitchen. She was so flawless that it was almost irritating. Once Nate found out, he'd slapped a nickname on her—"Housewife." And from that point on, everyone in Carter's circle followed suit. Whenever they saw her, they called her that. His tone now was deliberately grating, his posture smug. Wendy's brows drew together in a frown.

Ugh! Just such little contact already has me pressed to jump out of my own skin. But like hell if he’ll ever know that for sure. I park a hand over my hip, not slowing down my pace, “I know you’ve been gone for so long, but that name doesn’t stick anymore.” “Yeah,” He bites back easily, leaning in to whisper, “Heard ‘Harlot’ suits you so much better.” My eyes roll. If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest.

It wasn't that I didn't trust July — she was actually pretty cool — I just didn't want to be hounded. She just raised an eyebrow. And turned the straw toward her mouth. In that moment I could see why Nick was in love with her. She did everything with a sort of quiet elegance. “So, how are things with Nick?” She spared me a glance before her sultry eyes landed on Nick in the crowd. “Oh God, please don't tell me you're a JuNi.” She groaned. “JuNi?” “That's what our fans call us. What I've come to understand is a ship name. Whatever that is supposed to mean.”

Oh God I'm so lucky. "See you later Chunkie..and you too Cher." She walked out of the room and closed the huge French doors behind her. Wesley's mother has given me a nickname now. But what's up with sweetcheeks, babycheeks and Chunkie? Where did she get those nicknames from? He's her son by the way so she can call him any name that pleases her.. Oh it's gonna be so much fun teasing Wesley with it... "Chunkie?" I burst into laughter. "That's the most ridiculous nickname I've ever heard in my life!" I said and continued laughing.

Since she has no schedule anywhere today. "Okay, Mommy will call me later, you just rest first, Sha." "Yes, Mom later after taking care of Elvano." replied Shaquelle. "Let Ella take care of Elvano when you are sick, Sis." said Tristan. For the first time Shaquelle heard Tristan call her Sis's name. Even though all this time, let alone calling sis, sometimes Tristan just always calls Shaquelle by name. Or maybe because in front of Lingga he had to be polite.

But at the time, she was the closest thing I had to a friend. I guess you could say that she has known me the longest of anyone, except my father. When we were kids, she was simply Gwendolyn Connelly. I had always called her Gwen until she was just starting to use the name Queenie her senior year, a nickname given to her due to the fact she had been named Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen so many times. Some of her fans simply call her “The Queen of Lakeshore High.” It wasn’t long before it morphed into her online handle and Queenie Lakeshore, blogger and influencer was born.

She finally tilted her head to the side and asked calmly, "Do you know why you have been called here, young lady?" I bristled at her calling me by that name. That was something that my mother called me when I was in trouble and the fact that Ms. Whitney deemed to call me that set me back and made me very defensive. I answered calmly but coldly, "No, Ms. Whitney." She then replied, "Well, I have had several conversations with a friend of mine. And it seems that you have been engaged in some very inappropriate behavior in the past six months. Does that help to jog your memory?"

No one was there to answer, so I whispered. There was another letter. Consider carefully. She gave you that name prior to her leaving. I stared at the writing until my vision became hazy. The moniker she gave me? I gave a headshake. "I was too young." I can't remember. However, I did. Deep within my bones, I remembered a song, a kinder, softer voice calling my name. A nickname for a pet. A secret that only she knew. "Naomi Rose," I sniffed deeply.