Little Nicknames Novels & Stories

Then she grinned—the most mischievous expression crossing her face. “What?” “If you call me sweetheart, do I get to call you something, ah, special, too?” “I’m not one for nicknames. What did you have in mind?” “Something simple.” I could live with that. “Like?” “Dick,” she stated with a straight face. “No.” “Why not? It’s a short form of your name, and it, ah, suits you, on so many levels.” I gave her a sharp look. I was sure she knew the nickname was attached to me in the industry and was trying to poke fun. “No. Pick something else.”

The entire time Nick drove, he held my hand and was talking about baby names. "How about naming one Princess and the other Queenie?" He suggested. "I feel as if you are just mocking my name." "Ok, one girl can be called Mia and the other... Mercedes." "Or if we have boys. Elijah and Dylan." Nick nodded. “Those names sound good to me. But I'm one hundred percent sure that they will be girls." "Oh yeah, so you are up for tea parties and dress up. Remember, I'm a designer and I know your size."

I'm afraid I can't handle it all. - Bend it then, my dear. So it will already be taking effect when we talk to Thorzinho. - Stop fucking calling him that. - You never cared, Babi. - No... Because I didn't know Nicolete called him that. Apparently, only she and the blonde in the middle use nicknames for him. - You should create one... Very original... Yours alone. - Tasty? Love of my life? Reason for my insanity? Major disqualified? - Oh, it makes me hot! – he fanned himself.

It didn’t make much difference as they were there all the time anyway. “Where is triple B?’ She asked. Triple B was Brian’s nickname. It meant: Big Brother Brian’ something she’d started calling him years ago. When she would discuss her brothers, no one would know which brother she was talking about. Instead of just calling them by their names she came up with pseudonyms. It was more fun for her that way. But it had been quiet a while since she had used their nicknames. “He left early to go with Lorenzo. They’re talking to the council. They didn’t want Nick around when they told what we saw last night.”

"How about Round Eyes?" "How about 'don't you even try calling me that.'" I answered with a 'sweet' smile. "Ok, so I'm guessing Round Eyes is a no," he mused with a soft chuckle. "Yup, a big no-no. Anything but that, and those parents' kind of nicknames." "Parents kind of nicknames?" He asked, seeming quite amused. "Well, you know, 'darling,' 'sweetheart,' 'honey.'" I made a face at the last one.

Her brain was still too scrambled to understand why he was here. Nick gently pushed his silver-rimmed glasses up his nose and looked at her. His voice was calm and kind. "It's raining, Sol. You'll catch a cold like this." Sol? Nick had helped her a lot during their project. He'd been patient, easy to work with, and incredibly kind overall. However, they weren't close enough for him to use such an intimate nickname.

“Geez, Alessandro! Be careful! You almost shot Nic!” Who's Nic? “Nic? Nicholas Rossi? Is that what he goes by in the underworld now after I killed him?! Nic the dick?! Well, he's a dick and a lunatic so he deserves the shitty title” I laughed to myself. That was funny. I heard shuffling and what sounded like….struggling? “No, Nic, wait. He's not in his right mind now!” “I don't care! He's gone overboard this time!” “Nic!” I heard fast footsteps.

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

I rolled my eyes, such a little baby, "You never called me Nate I mean, you always say my full name." "Oh," He mumbled, now understanding it, "Nate," He said it again and seemed to be thinking something, "Nelly," He added, picking up other nicknames, "Natty," He added, testing them all and I chuckled, staring at this drunk man be the total opposite of the Nikolas I know. No, not opposite actually, just the relaxed version of him, the one not holding the whole world's load over his shoulders.

- Nick __________ SFTC: Breathe Again - Sara Bareilles