Novel & Cerita Whitney Houston Nickname

It was confusing and endearing how she knew my nickname is Cici. "How… how do you know my nickname is Cici?" I asked, confused. Her smile was sad. "Because I'm the one who gave it to you. Your full name is Cynthia Cynclair Laurent. But when you were little, you couldn't pronounce Cynthia. You called yourself Cici, and it stuck." She stroked my hair, and the gesture felt so natural, so right, that it scared me. "You were only twelve when they took you. My beautiful, bright girl."

As the battle of words between the two ladies went on, Briana artlessly brought the conversation round to Nathan again when she heard Hilda speaking of the New Year Dinner Gala. "Actually, my singing is mediocre. Nate is the one who's good at singing. I had never won against him whenever we had singing contests as kids. He received the highest vote out of all performances." Damn! She called him Nate! The nickname sounded so flaunty both in itself and the tone in which it was spoken.. It was an ostentatious assertion of how close and intimate Briana's relationship with Nathan was. Nate was Nathan's pet name and only those who were closest to him dared to call him that.

"Hey, there bombshell. Did you come to see me play? Aww, I am sure you missed me right?" "F**k off Sanchez. I am really not in the mood to deal with you today." And honestly, his nickname was the worst one I have heard in a long time. I preferred princess to bombshell. "Aw come on baby don't be so mean. You know you want a piece of me like every other girl does." It's not really my fault for being a bitch when someone gives me the perfect line for a comeback, is it?

She took a second to think but as expected, came up with nothing. “Am I supposed to know that?” “Exactly.” Most did not know the Luna Queen’s given name and those that did did not dare speak it. She was the Luna Queen and that was what she went by. Only my father had the privilege of calling her by her name. “You can call me honey, though,” I told her. “I think I would like it if you gave me a nickname.” “Just – oh, goddess.” She looked away with her eyes closed. I could only imagine she was embarrassed.

My tears won't stop flowing while I carry his puppy. I felt so depressed even with his pup's presence. "I haven't given you a name" I whispered. He whined, he wasn't a "he" but his pup was a girl. I think of a good name for her since she whined a lot, "Whitney, do you like that name?" I raised her to the air and she barked happily. There's nothing important to write... I'm just depressed, my mind is blank...

“Then sure. I’ll be your sugar daddy.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips. I laughed softly. “You know, I heard this from Aunt Ivy—Iverson’s mom. She used to call Attorney Fontanilla this...” Dylan’s brows knit together. He let out a groan. “Oh, God. If you learned something from Uncle Dwayne and Aunt Ivy, I already know it’s trouble.” I giggled. “Just listen. She had a nickname for him.” “Fine. What is it?”

I knew I should have just went back to dancing with my friends, but stupid me agreed to let him get me a drink. I nod my head and follow him to the bar. “Hey, Josh! Get this lady, here, what ever she wants to drink. She is drinking on me for as along as she is here tonight.” Ethan turns around and faces me, “So, I never did catch your name.” “I never told you.” I smile as I turn to face the guy that he addresses as Josh. “I’ll take the strongest thing you have.” I turn back to Ethan to see him studying me. “My name is Whitney.”

I wiped my tears away as I listened to the recording over and over again making sure I could hear it and that I would always remember her, forever and always. "Happy Birthday, Natty", a nickname she had created and that I loved and cherished. My stomach was in a knot and I decided to let go and sobbed and sobbed on my cake as I felt a light turn on above me and I took off running. I grabbed my cake and ran away as fast as I could.

She sighs and continues, “Davey came up with my nickname, he wanted something to call me, and I refused to give him my real name.” she put air quotes around the word ‘real’. “So, he remembered this little rhyme his mum used to say,” again putting on the cockney voice, “‘Patience is a virtue. Virtue is a Grace. Grace is a little gel who wouldn’t wash her face. Now you are pretty patient, so I think I’ll call you Grace, or maybe Gracie.’” She swapped back to her own voice again, “I agreed, so I became ‘Gracie’.” She smiles softly,

Lucas was taken by surprise, but his eyes lit up. "Honey." Whitney blinked. "Don't you like me calling you that?" Lucas blushed, and even his ears turned red. "I like it a lot. I just didn't expect you to call me that so soon." His reaction prompted Whitney to make fun of him. "What about you? What do you think you should be calling me now?" Lucas looked at her deeply and replied, "Whitney." "I don't like that at all." Whitney leaned into his arms. "How about 'sweetheart'?"