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“That's you," Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath."

"But you'll always be Butch to us," Rhage cut in. "As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as there's an ASS in there, it'll be accurate."

"How about bASStard?" Z suggested.

"Nice. I feel that.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Revealed

“Hey Baby.
Baby? You're kidding me, right?
I was trying it out. No?
No.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain.
Percy: Will you stop calling me that?
Annabeth: You know you love it.”
― Rick Riordan

“You. O Positive. How many exits?"
"What?...Oh shit, did you just call me by my bloodtype?”
― Rachel Caine, The Dead Girls' Dance

“Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."

“Why are they all high-calorie foods?”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“Did I mention I've finally decided on a nickname for you?"
"I didn't know you were looking."
Well, I've given the matter some serious thought."
"And what have you come up with?"
"Cookie," I anounced proudly.
Xavier scrunched up his face. "No way."
"You don't like it? What about Bumblebee?"
"Worse."
"Snookie-Wookie?"
"Do you have any cyanide?"
"Well, some of us are just a bit hard to please.”
― Alexandra Adornetto, Halo

“They call me, The Sharkalator”
― James Patterson

“You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when I called her that? My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine?" "And well she should have," Bones agreed. "She's my Kitten, and no one else's”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Foot in the Grave

“Could you just call me Pigeon?â€� he asked the teacher when she read his name.
“Does your mother call you Pigeon?�
“N´Ç.â€�
“Then to me you are Paul.�
...
“Nathan Sutter,� the teacher read.
“My mother never calls me Nathan.�
“Is it Nate?�
“She calls me Honeylips.”
― Brandon Mull, The Candy Shop War

“How long have you been ‘Big Dâ€� then?â€� said Harry.
“Shut it,� snarled Dudley, turning away again.
“Cool name,� said Harry, grinning and falling into step beside his cousin. “But you’ll always be Ickle Diddykins to me.�
“I said, SHUT IT!� said Dudley, whose ham-like hands had curled into fists.
“Don’t the boys know that’s what your mum calls you?�
“Shut your face.�
“You don’t tell her to shut her face. What about ‘popkinâ€� and ‘Dinky Diddydums,â€� can I use them then?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“Who are you, gaijin? What do you know about honor?'
'I'm called Chocho,' Will said...
'Chocho?' Arisaka shouted, goaded beyond control. 'Butterfly? Then die, Butterfly!”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

“Will had been taken aback in his confrontation with Arisaka to discover that his name- Chocho- meant "Butterfly"... He was puzzled to know why they had selected it. His friends, of course, delighted in helping him guess the reason.
'I assume it's because you're such a snazzy dresser,' Evanlyn said. 'You Rangers are a riot of color, after all.'...
'I think it might be more to do with the way he raced around the training ground, darting here and there to correct the way a man might be holding his shield, then dashing off to show someone how to put their body weight into their javelin cast,' said Horace, a little more sympathetically. Then he ruined the effect by adding thoughtlessly, 'I must say, your cloak did flutter around like a butterfly's wings.”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

“Loony, Loopy Lupin.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing.

But what about your true name?

It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called.

Ever wonder why?

Your true name has the secret power to call you.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Huh? Oh you have a hidden agenda, do you?" She laughed. His straight-faced humor always surprised her. "You promised me you didn't."
"There is nothing hidden about it," he replied. My objective is obvious. I've decided I'd rather have you describe me as 'sweet' than a 'slagging pain in the tailset.'"
"Really?"
"Well..." he looked up from the bag. "Maybe not in public."
"I might be able to confine myself to saying it in private, if you gave me a reason." Taya met his eyes, and he blushed.”
― Dru Pagliassotti, Clockwork Heart

“Sooo, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -"
"Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. "You're not Smellody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose jousters." She shut the window. "Don't you ever want to use your lips as something other than veneer protectors?"

Melody felt a familiar pinch behind her eyes. Her throat dried. Her eyes burned. And then they came. Like salty little paratroopers, tears descended en masse. She hated Candace thought she had never made out with a boy. But how could she convince a seventeen-year-old with more dates than a fruitcake that Randy the Starbucks cashier (aka Scarbucks, because of his acne scars) was a great kisser? She couldn't.”
― Lisi Harrison, Monster High

“Want to make it a date, haircut?' she asked. 'As soon as I can scrape together the cash for the train ticket?'

What's with the "haircut," kiddo?' he asked. 'I thought we were past that.'

We'll never be past that,' she said.”
― Maureen Johnson, Girl at Sea

“Alexis grabbed his arm. "Tom Jones? Wow, I totally love Tom Jones. He's like quintessential Vegas—over the top and indecent fun. Let me just go grab a pair of underwear to throw at him and we'll be all set."

Over his undead body. If anyone was getting her underwear tossed in his face, it was going to be him.

"I don't think so, Ball Buster. You're not giving your panties to an old man."

"Oh, and you're so young, Garlic?"

"Garlic?" What the hell was that?

"Yep. Now we have pet names for each other, isn't that adorable? You're Garlic and I'm Ball Buster. Now everyone will believe we're a real couple.”
― Erin McCarthy

“Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one."
It doesn't sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting outright in English were tokens of deep affection when said in Spanish.”
― Gwen Cooper, Homer's Odyssey

“By now the crusaders had christened the most powerful French catapult 'Mal Voisine', or 'Bad Neighbour', while nicknaming the Muslim stone-thrower that targeted it for conter-bombardment 'Mal Cousine', or 'Bad Relation'.”
― Thomas Asbridge

“That’s how it gets with names for dogs, for every kind of thing you love, names abound.”
― Margaret Atwood, Fourteen Days

“Has anyone named Campbell been nicknamed Sandwich?”
― Brian Spellman, We have our difference in common 2.

“As departments, we aren't very respectful of one another. The geologists are the Rock People and Delores and Ginger are the Plant People. Here in Ornithology, we're the Bird People, the ichthyologists are the Fish People, the entomologists are the Bug People, those in Paleo are the Bone People, and Anthro is just Antho, because otherwise we'd have to call them the People People.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen

“Please, I could take you in a race in a heartbeat."
She laughs out loud. "Wanna bet?"
"Sure. Let's go."
She follows my eyeline to the edge of the pool like she might actually race me, but then I reach forward and tug her cap off her head in one swift motion, her blonde hair spilling into the pool in wet tangles around her face and shoulders.
"Foul!" Pepper crows, yanking it back from me.
"You know, for someone named Pepper, you're pretty salty about losing."
She groans at my pun as she shoves her hair back into the cap, but then counters, "For someone named Jack, you're pretty bad at knowing when to hit the road."
"Wow, Burger Princess, sick burn."
And damn if she hasn't gone and done it again--- distracted me right at a peak moment for me to most fully make an ass of myself. The soccer ball is sailing over our heads, and Pepper's already plowing through the water with the focus of a shark, halfway to where it's about to smack into no man's land.
Not on my watch.
I reach out and grab her ankle and yank her back the way she's done to me too many times to count, but unlike me, she seems to be expecting it--- expecting it so readily, she snaps her body through the water like a rubber band, using me as an anchor for momentum, and before I know it, she's got a palm squarely on top of my head and is dunking my entire body underwater.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“Please. Don’t call me Allegra.'
'It’s on your birth certificate.'
'It’s an allergy medication.”
― Camille Pagán, Good for You

“I'm protecting you, you incredible little snapping turtle.”
― Lauren Blackwood

“I should have gone with. Slayers are stronger together.â€� Valen drums his fingers on the table.

“Have you met Greer, slay bae?� One of his fries smacks into my face.


I blink twice, glance down at the fried potato in my lap, then give him a look. “Rude.�

“She’s the only one who can call me that, teddy bear.”
― Rory Miles, Twilight Terrors

“Don't call me dude, O'Malley."
"Don't call me O'Malley, dude.”
― Tess Sharpe

“There was also a large crew of people who tried to nickname the previously mentioned Bipartisan Infrastructure Framework "BIF". If you would like your audience to start making fun of a big, serious, and important piece of legislation, start calling it BIF.”
― Jen Psaki, Say More: Lessons from Work, the White House, and the World

“I love a good s’moreâ€� Tanner said. "Plus, it’s a fun word to say."
"Is that why you call me that?"
"Um, because it’s your name. S. Moore. Do you not like it? I can stop.�
"No, don't" I said too quickly, and his lips curved up."I mean, it's not the worst nickname you've given me"
"It's a great nickname. S'mores mean summer and the outdoors and being with friends and campfires. They're crunchy on the outside but sweet and gooey on the inside, and they're delicious. They remind you of childhood and they make you smile.
And they're addictive. Once you try one, you want more. Its right there in the name."
He had twisted to look at me. Flames gilded his profile and burnished his dark hair.
Air caught in my throat. Were we still talking about dessert?”
― Becky Dean, Hearts Overboard