Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain.
...you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep.
They call me, The Sharkalator
Majority of people prefer a good name to a bad name, but to me, anyone can call me anything, as long as it is not written on my face.
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'...
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...
Could you just call me Pigeon? he asked the teacher when she read his name.Does your mother call you Pigeon?No.Then to me you are Paul....Nathan Sutter, the teacher read.My mother never calls me Natha...
Hey Baby.Baby? You're kidding me, right?I was trying it out. No?No.
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 p...
This is nice. Two friends being friendly, he said. Rolling my eyes, I sipped my drink and ignored his cocky smile. How long has it been? he asked, tapping my sandal with his boot. The abstaining thing...
How long have you been ‘Big D’ then? 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 Diddykin...