Witchy Nicknames Novels & Stories

I joined her now looking at all the wolves in attendance, looking for anyone who looked suspicious or nervous. “Does anyone here have any ideas why and how you are being tracked?” She asked innocently, acting like she was really relying on them to come up with ideas. After a few minutes she sighed. “I thought as much.” She grinned, showing off her silver teeth. “Most of you don’t know, but my enemies have given me a nickname... I am known as Demon. The Demon of SilverFang to be exact. Would anyone like to know why I am called that?” She barely paused before she started to send out commands. “I WANT TO KNOW WHO HAS BEEN TEXTING LOCATIONS TO VITO!!!”

I scoffed and started walking again. “That’s what I thought,” Bryanna gloated. “You are so out of her league. People like us don’t lower ourselves to people like Isabella Aventini.” Bryanna, you are not even worth Isabella’s pinky finger, you bitch, I thought to myself. We walked for about 10 minutes more. “Why do you call her MC?” I asked, curiously. “Oh,” Bryanna laughed. “That was her nickname in girls’ prep school. Moo Cow or MC. She really needs to lose 30 pounds.” Bryanna snickered.

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

look. "What?" "Spill" she says sternly I told you she sees right through me. " Ugh... it's crazy" I lament " Had a fight with Mr Romantic again?" "Mr Romantic" is what Wendy calls Klaus. That's his official nick name for him and I had to concur with her. Not that I have a choice though. "Worse than that" "Oh my" she exclaims as she scoots closer to me " Did you two have sex again?" I roll my eyes hard, she's always thinking the impossible.

’ Her expression darkened at once. Baby Robbie told Hecate, “It’s my mommy.” Hecate’s expression stiffened. “How can you save your mother’s contact under such a cheesy name?” “Cheesy?” Baby Robbie frowned. All the sisters had come up with this nickname together. They all thought that this nickname suited their beautiful and kind mommy the most. However, Baby Robbie did not know why Hecate thought the name was cheesy. “Hecate, she’s my mommy. You’re not allowed to speak about her so rudely.”

I wanted to laugh at the expression at her face but decided against it. The woman grinned, revealing toothpaste advertisement-worthy teeth. "How are you? Come in!" Her enthusiasm was contagious. I felt myself smiling. Precious and I followed closely behind her. "What are your names?" She asked us without looking at us. "I'm Luc," I said. She gave me a smile over her shoulder and did not ask if it was short for anything. "I'm Precious," Precious said, barely audible. "I'm Nikky. Mother of Jacob, James, Erin, Edwin and Bobo," she said. "Call me Nikky. N-i-k-k-y. It is short for Nicola."

I snorted, "You think we are going to find a cottage made of sweets now with a witch in it threatening to bake us for dinner?" "I wouldn't mind that, I would trade you to her for a glazed doughnut." She shrugged with a mean glint in her eyes. "I would let you know that I am offended that you think your husband is worth a single pastry." "I would trade you to her for nothing." She grinned as I frowned. The moonlight shining against her skin reminding me of how I came up with her nickname, Lunny Svet, my moonlight and she will remain moy malen'kiy Lunny svet, my little moonlight.

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

I defended, "I didn't even pay attention to what they were doing. I was more concerned about getting out which I successfully did. When I was a child, I had this mentality that anything my parents did in the comfort of their bedroom was an adult married couple thing and I would try it when I grow older. So it didn't spoil me, I didn't even care until I turned twelve and got my first boy toy." "See? Rotten," he laughed. Okay, he has a point. I was a little slut. "Okay, your turn," "Mordecai Mattel Gabriel, that's it." "You are lame. Okay, nickname? Chelsea used to call me Shine because I shine everywhere I go. No one ever gives me a nickname except for you who call me Red and Pussum." I rolle

I take a minute to register his question. “It’s a nickname Roy gave me.” I start. “The definition is an impudent, cunning, or boldly flirtatious girl or young woman.” I learnt that definition a while ago. “The first time I met Roy, he flirted with me. I had no idea who he was at the time. Needless to say I didn’t appreciate the unsolicited attention. So I was very rude to him. My behaviour was impudent. Then I was ‘cunning’ by giving him a fake name, Maddie. And then according to him I was boldly flirtatious in an attempt to deter him by being a strong woman. That didn’t work, we become friends and Maddox turned to Minx.” Nostalgia to a simple time weighs on me as I tell the story.