Badass Pitbull Names Male Novels & Stories

The bastard asks, I really, really need to stop calling him that. “ Yeah, some Alpha Curtis and Alpha Ben” Once I said those names, the brothers' faces turned fifty shades of red with anger I was shocked that not explode.

This whole daddy thing is scary as shit! So here I was, running my thumb over the touch screen of my iPhone, looking at the hundreds of baby names, considering them for a future Alpha, this is what I chose after a long thought; Asher Braxton Callum Ethan Maddox Malachy Orlando Reuben Spencer Theodore All strong, masculine names in my opinion… I just hope Bethany and I could set on one name for our boy; this is the name he’ll live with for the rest of his life. He deserves to not be embarrassed every time his name is said out loud.

“Real excited.” By the time Dad hops on, joking and carrying on, I’m just sitting there smiling, shaking my head. These two… and those damn Great Danes like they are their human children. After we finally hang up, I let out a breath. Maverick grinning. “Man… your family is something else. What's the names of your brother dogs again?” “You ain’t lying,” I say. “Names are Thorn and Kane.” He laughs again. “Those are not dog names.”

He wiggled the leashes in his hands. "Where'd you get them?" "Just by the roadside where the second popped out from." "But they're just so cute." I gushed at the little puppies. "Do you even know their breeds?" "The hell do you take me for? They're Lhasa Apso." I defended myself. "Ten points to Roxanne!" "I'm going to have to get used to that name, innit?" "Yup." He popped the 'p'. "You know you can just call me Roxy right?"

Based on the background it looks like he moved outside, literally. "David, I am coming over in the next couple days to help Maria with the new one. What did you end up naming him?" Rayne offers. "William. William Lennox Slayter. Strong name for a pup with the strongest lungs. When he gets real upset you can hear him screaming down at the training grounds I swear!" "Beautiful name and you are right, it is a strong one!" "Back on to what this meeting was about to begin with. Jaxon, how did you find her? Are you sure it was her idea and not someone else's doing? Have you done anything with her yet as far as killing or torture?" David questions.

Content just to be near him and too exhausted for long conversation, she snuggled down and just enjoyed for a while. Just as she was about to drift off, Mathin said in a contemplative tone, “I thought we could name him Roxtan.” Her eyes flew open. “You are not naming my baby Roxtan. Why not just call him Conan the Barbarian, if you’re going to do that?” His eyes narrowed in annoyance. “What would you prefer?” “How about Alexander?” The disgusted face he made gave her his opinion on that. “Okay, how do you like Maximilian? Max for short.”

“When he got here, this guy was just another one. Tartarus had another favorite. Sadan. He was sick. Everyone thought the rookie would die in the first fight, no chance in a ring like this. But he just acted like a wild animal. I still remember the bite he took out of Sadan, right on the cheek. He looked like a demon-possessed beast. Blood poured like a waterfall, and he still wouldn’t let go. People were horrified. And then, when he finally released, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. So much blood that some people even vomited. And mind you, the regulars here are used to serious violence, but what Don did… was utterly insane.” “Don?” “Pitbull,” he says. “Don Santoro. That’s his name

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.

"Please. Let me have this. Let me pretend for five minutes that we're normal. That we're just three dads picking a name for our kid." Through the bond, I feel his desperation. His need to feel normal. To have something good. Something simple. Something that isn't drowning in grief. "Okay," I say. "Let's pick names." "Really?" His face lights up. "Really. What do you suggest?" "For a boy... I don't know. Something strong. Powerful. Like. Wolf." "We're not naming our child Wolf," Damon says flatly. "Why not? It's on brand." "It's stupid."

She was even knitting the baby some booties. They still had yet to know the sex of the baby since it was still too early. But Damien couldn’t wait to find out. He wanted it to be a boy so that he could teach him how to play sports and how to ride a bike. While Mandy was hoping for a girl. Mandy handed him a book on baby names. “How about Caitlyn if it’s a girl after your mother? And Harden for a boy after your father?” Mandy suggested. “Umm—I’m down for Caitlyn, but not so much Harden if it’s a boy. After all, my father has a history with the Scorpio Pack, and I don’t want to bring up ancient history needlessly.”