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.

Bienley said, swallowing hard as he relived those terrifying moments. Bella closed her eyes, as if in physical pain, listening intently. The more she learned about him, the more her heart ached for something she couldn't quite name, yet it held a glimmer of promise. "Who named you?" President Guillebeaux asked, echoing the question his wife was desperate to have answered. "My father is a Cullen, so I was registered with that name," Bienley explained casually. "He's a Cullen?" Bella murmured, disbelief coloring her tone.

In fact, he looked nothing like a Dawson. No Dawson had gray eyes. Not one. Ben’s stare pierced through him, then a smirk slipped on his face. “You know I always wonder why mother insisted that you share the Dawson name.” Cillian turned at the sound of his voice. “Hello brother.” “And no, mother never insisted I carry the Dawson name. Your father did. He was desperate for a second child.” Ben clenched his jaw but held his composure. “So you’re not a bastard?” Cillian laughed, a wry unamused laughter. “Does my father really matter? Look at yours, his name means nothing. You’re now scrambling for the left over of the Bellington name.”

Colton looks offended, “You guys realize I am almost 25 years old, I found my way out of the underworld, and I figured out the puzzle door, so stop acting surprised when I have a good idea.” “I’m so sorry son,” Adam says. “Uncle Colton is right. How do I order it?” Belle asks. “Where is your dad?” I ask. Belle pouts. “Up his new mates ass.” “WHAO LANGUAGE!” everyone yells. “Sorry,” Belle says. “He and Crystal are together and she is not allowed in my office. She doesn’t have clearance.” “Is she getting clearance?” Dalton asks. Belle looks around. “Oh I get to decide?”

“How could you ditch me after using me? Didn’t you promise me—” Kylee clamped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything inappropriate for me to hear. Pinching his ear, Kylee dragged him to a corner for a private chat. I had picked up on the subtle tension between them. In the end, Kylee allowed the System to tag along. Once we arrived at our destination, the System volunteered to carry the stuff. I finally asked the question that had been on my mind. “Mom, who is my real father?” Kylee whispered a name in my ear. My eyes widened. He was the last person I had expected. -END-

This was some news to digest. Her dad was also business man, not as rich as the Whites but he was nicely established as well "Hey, is something wrong?" Belle's face looked concerned. Her eyes were searching Rose's face for as though the answers were written right there but Rose shook her head. "I was trying to remember if I had heard the name somewhere." Just then their dad called from the living room. "Daughters, our guests are here" "Lets go Rosette Carter" Belle said by flashing one of her brightest smiles, holding out her hand. Rose could use that right now.

"Going to her Dad's in Cali for a while." Kizza's tone of voice seemed cooler when she said that. Or maybe Kiersey just thought so. "Oh. She must miss him a lot to be leaving during school sessions." Kizza's long, down-pointing nose scrunched up at that. "I can't imagine why," she said distastefully. "She thinks that man is the bee's knees." "We're divorced, you know," Kizza added, glancing at Kiersey. "I'm married to Baby's dad now."

“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.