Witchy Nicknames Novels & Stories

Back in the confines of her office, Holly peeled off her jacket in anger and reached for her secret stash. Downing the gin in one gulp. It burnes her throat but she welcomed the burn. Kim can be so frustrating sometimes. She thought as she relaxed on her swivel chair. All her life, Holly Grace Michaels had always been the chubby one. As a little girl, adults had always pinched her rosy cheeks and called her cute and chubby. It had all been fun and games playing with the kids in her school playground till Tommy Hardy called her little piggie after a teacher gave her a role in the school play as a pig. The nickname and stuck all through middle school despite all attempts to shed it off.

“Okay, so she might be under the impression that I am here to overshadow her or take her place in some way. I just need to stay under the radar enough to stay out of her way. I don’t want to be ‘the favorite’ or whatever she thinks. And the Alpha King calls me 'Little One' too, it's not a unique nickname. Almost all of my friends back home call me some synonym of short. Even Wyatt calls me 'Mighty Midget.' It's just a thing.” I shrug.

The announcer’s voice boomed. “First up. Buck McKay. Not a McKay name I’m familiar with.” Carter laughed. “The SOB really did it. Said he was gonna do something drastic to set himself apart.” “Set himself apart from who?” Macie demanded. “From Colt, but mostly from Kade. Kane—aka Buck—is determined to get his new nickname to stick. Aunt Kimi is appalled.” “Is Kade his hazer?” Gemma asked.

Lily chirped. I imagined strangling her in my head then fantasized about subjecting Bipasha to the same torture. In high school we gave each other names, Bipasha was Choco, Lily Lolly and of course I am Sugar. I named Bipasha, Lily named me and Bipasha named Lily Lolly for God knows what reason. We ended up agreeing on Lily as Buttercup instead but then decided against it because it was way longer than her actual name. So her nickname didn't stick but mine and Choco's did. It comes and goes.

she replied coldly. Scott chuckled, his warm breath brushing her skin. Then he whispered even more seductively, “Then tell me your name. Let me really get to know you.” “…Sabrina.” Her voice was hoarse as she spat out the English name—completely made up. Here, she never used her real name. She didn’t even bother with a fake one. People just called her “Little Swan,” a nickname someone had given her. “Sabrina?” Scott repeated with a laugh. “I like you. Be my woman—what do you say?”

Brittany said. “What are their nicknames?” Alex asked. Beatrice pointed at the girl drinking milk in her arms and said, “This is Three Rockefeller!” Hence, Three Rockefeller would be a girl in the future. Beatrice respectively pointed at the other three children. “This is One Rockefeller. This is Two Rockefeller. This is Four Rockefeller...” ‘This... Who gave them the nicknames? ‘Aren’t they a little too superficial? ‘Those are no better than the “Bubbles” I named my eldest daughter with!’

Louis shouted as if I were just his nanny. "Missy!" exclaimed Sid in a baby voice. "Yanny!" Giles shouted while waving his hands. "Tardy!" Byron, called with his manly voice. I heard their voices calling out to me, but I didn't turn around. Argh, didn't I tell them not to talk to me or ignore me when we were in school? Those cretins are attempting to ruin my high school experience. And why are they calling me different names?! I have only one name, and that is Maxine! Maxine Wards! Where do they find such names as Wendy, Tardy, Missy, and Yanny? And those names they're calling me always end with the letter "Y."

And if she doesn’t return, her sister will come back here to get it and take over the world. ‘Gotta go wiwo!’ She told me that it was a nickname for witch and wolf. The first two letters were combined. ‘I still need to save my timid family!’ She was about to fly away, only to be sucked into my hand a second later. Then, she gasped and mumbled something along the lines of her talking to her Goddess. ‘My Goddess thanked you for saving me so.. She gave me permission to say something that could help you.’ She was like another person again. Now, she seems so elegant.

“Stop it, Nico. You’re distracting me.” “What were we talking about again?” I teased. “Names, Nico. Our babies need names.” She played with my shoulder-length hair. I needed to have a haircut, I didn’t want my hair this long, but she seemed to like it. “Oh, right… I’ve always liked the name Daciana for a girl. It means wolf.” I smiled looking at my little girl, so perfect. It scared the shit out of me to think that one day a lot of male wolves would be sniffing after her. They would have to get through me first.

"How do you even know those nicknames, grandpa?" Dionysus' grandfather nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "I overheard it from our housemaids. Why, kiddo?" "Ohh, ohh. How about Peachy Pie, Sugar Plum and Pudding Pop?" "For Pete's sake. Just go with the first one you had called me. Easy peasy. End of discussion." Dionysus interrupted Zoey. Zoey looked confused. "Which one? I can't remember." "The 'Honey Bun', witch." Right after that, Dionysus' face heated up and he had to cover it up by drinking his own iced coffee.