Bambi's Father's Name Novels & Stories

a boy just called me daddy, he says he is my son and that his mother is in trouble. -A boy you say? Oh, come on. It must have been a naughty little boy who, for lack of sleep, took his parents' phone and made up a number and you were his victim. -I don't think it's like you think, Leo. The boy said that Dario is hurting his mother. -What!” they all exclaimed in surprise. -That can't be a coincidence. What if our Bambi ran off with that jerk and he's mistreating her? -they wondered.

And she knows this very well. "Babe, pretty please. Please drive fast," She said while batting her lashes which made me chuckle. "Sure, ma'am." ************************* "This is not going to work like this..." "I know... We need to tell them to be more responsible." We were on the porch when we heard my father's and Bambi's father's voice. Bambi looked at me for help while I shook my head. Come on, she is the only daughter, no only child Mr Smith has. He loves her more than anything in this world. I don't think he is going to be mad at her for more than five seconds.

“I’m sorry Bambi, daddy won’t be around during the weekend. But you can play with mummy and nanny Rosalyn, you’ll still have so much fun.” Bambi creased his brow, folding his arms stubbornly while he sat on daddy’s lap. “I don’t want nanny, I don’t want mummy, I want daddy, daddy never plays with me, I want daddy,” he began to let out tears. Lucas’s eyes found Amelia’s seeking for a solution, she just shrugged and came down from the bed, no more sleeping for her for today she reasoned, leaving father and son in the room.

Sean, on the other hand, he’s full-on laughing his ass off. “God, Bunny, I love you!” He exclaims as he pulls Oliver down next to us, and kisses his cheek. He calls him Bunny because his two front teeth are slightly longer than the rest, and he does look like a small, sweet bunny. “Could you stop laughing?” I plead desperately, and Sean purses his lips, muffling his laughter. “Come on, Dad. You have to think like this: It’s just Bambi, th--” “JUST BAMBI? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, KID? JUST Bambi...” I trail off and facepalm myself as I realize that now I’m the one who’s yelling.

Marrisa finally took a seat on the table a big smile plastered on her tiny face. "It's so good to have you guys here." "Hey," the brunette says, again. I resisted the urge to tell her to stand up because I - fuck, I don't why. When I didn't say anything she continued. "My name is Gabriella Gamberini." Gamberini, the name sounds familiar," as in Calvino Gamberini ?" Gamberini is a local businessman, corrupt but smart. "Yes, he's my father," she replies. "Okay, attention everyone. Before we start, I and my wife have some news."

“Casya, what’s going on, boy?” Casya smiled and said, “Okay, Aunt, Om. How are you?” He tries to get along, even though it is sometimes difficult. Adrian’s parents are really good. Even better than his father because several times they had also met at such an event, and they were very humble. “Welcome to your birthday, Aunt Om.” The old man in Adrian smiled. “Thank you, dear,” he said honestly. “Who is here, son?” Well, this is the father Adrian who asked; his name is Om Bima.

Damian's fingers stopped at a gossip news post; he saw a picture and a video snippet of Gama running with Glara, chasing Bhuvi while calling him 'Dad. Damian was furious; he couldn't accept that Gama accepted Bhuvi more than him, who was, after all, his biological father. However, Damian couldn't do much because Gama always refused to see him, just like Glara, who was always accompanied by a well-built and armed guard. "Why, Damian?" Issabella asked when she saw Damian's angry expression.

"Hi, Mom." "Sierra! You're on speaker, your father's here too." There was a rustle then a chair scraping, and then I heard my father's in the background. "Hey, sweetheart." "Hi, Dad." "So," my mother started, "I heard from Carol that you went out with Hank." I nearly choked on a spoonful of cereal. "How do you know that, that was just yesterday!” "Carol tells me everything, that's what best friends do." Hank really needed to stop telling his mother everything. "So? How was it? He's such a nice boy, Sierra. Good job. Comes from a good family."

Everything Bambi's father owned was always shady somewhere but he still went on with a secret affiliation. My father turned to the door, fixing his cold, unresolved gaze at me. “Max… Maxton, wh… what are you doing here?” He stammered. “An affiliation,” I said with a weak voice. “An affiliation!” I voiced, even stronger and cold. “When was this?” I asked. “And with Barms' corps? You know Bambi's father is no different from a crook, his wealth is the only difference setting him apart.” “You have no right eavesdropping and who gave you the right to walk in,” he fired at me.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.