Belles Dads Name Novels & Stories

"Knight? Jiang? Or maybe White?" Alexander smirked, his hand sliding up my thigh under my skirt. "That is your call, Mrs. Knight." "Really?" "Mhm."He leaned down, nipping at my earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine."As long as they call me'Daddy,'I don't care what is on the birth certificate." I laughed, swatting his shoulder."Speaking of names... do you know what mine was supposed to be?" Alexander arched a brow."Lisa Carter?"

Alex looks terrible—dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt, like he’s been shoving his fingers through it. “Anything you need to say to her, you can say to me first.” My dad’s right behind Alex. Alex’s lips tighten. He stops and pivots to face my father. “Okay.” He drags out the second syllable. “Don Giuseppe. I love your daughter—always have. And I think she cares about me, too.” My dad’s eyes narrow. I’m frozen, my legs rooted where I stand. “My daughter’s not dating a soldier,” my father says flatly.

But while doing that, his eyes were glaring daggers at me. I couldn't help the disgusted face I made before mouthing, "you're ugly," at him and he visibly recoiled in shock. "You eventually got yourself a boyfriend uhn? Stella the Virgin?" Her father said as he looked at me and tried to maintaining eyecontact and when he finally did, he smirked. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Is everyone in your family weird bestie?" I blurted out, because it didn't make any moral sense for her father to ask that type of question.

The two girls might be good friends, but not too close to the point of violating the student-teacher relationship with too personal stuff. "He didn't attend the last block meeting, my daddy said to ask why when I was coming up," the girl explained, sensing but not understanding Kiersey's reluctance. "Oh," she said, relieved. She could give a straightforward answer to that without having to lie or tell the truth. "You know how busy he is running his multi-store business, what with the new branches just opened up." "Oh," Autumn said, shaking her head in thought. She seemed to be fine with the reply. "Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with somethin

“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’ll take care of it. See you at home.” I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Dad. Of course. It’s almost too perfect. Mike, the tough guy who prides himself on his bravado, still answering to Daddy. I lean back further, smirking to myself. This night might turn out to be worth it after all.

She already knew that, in one way or another, her father would let her know what were his thoughts about it. "I don't like this guy," Andrew said in a sharp tone. "I don't think it's the best choice for my daughter." "Ted doesn't have a good reputation," Billy added, oddly agreeing with Andrew. "You should stay away from him, Belle," he told her gently. “You are too good and sensitive to accept the company of such a… character.”

Smiling. Xavier appeared beside Elodie. "Who the hell are you?" The man looked at Bella, who had just entered, startled by the scene. He smiled softly. "Hello, daughter." --- The silence was volcanic. Bella blinked. "Excuse me?" The man stepped forward. "My name is Julian Vireaux. Your mother knew me as André. She told you I died before you were born. She lied." Clara gasped. "That's impossible." Bella's voice was ice. "No. That's ridiculous. My father died in a car crash in Spain."

"Hey, Daddy. I told you yesterday, I came to see you. We're probably leaving tomorrow." "Well, thank God you dressed properly to come see your dying father," he snarked. "Are your pajamas at the cleaners?" Bella flushed as she saw her father's eyes shift to Luke. "Um, Daddy, this is Luke McGillicutty. We work together on the show. Luke, this is my father, Nathan Grant." "It's an honor to meet you, sir," Luke said. "I imagine it is," the old man wheezed. "Isabella, have you brought home another gold digger?" To Luke, "Are you fucking my daughter? She always was a little whore."

“Why did you do this to me? Who the heck is he? Why did he agree to this?” Mum bursts into laughter, holding her ribs. “Slow your roll girl. One by one. Why? Your father’s doing, maybe he’ll tell you later, why did we do this to you? Interesting question. Who is he? Well, well, well, I can only tell you his last name.” “Okay?” “His last name is Caddel. One of the biggest names in this country when it comes to the business world, and he has some sort of affiliation with your father so I guess…”