Father Names Novels & Stories

Alexander considered this for a long moment. Then he shook his head decisively. “No. I would want him to be his own man. Have his own name, his own identity. If that makes any sense.” “It does.” I could understand this notion very well, in fact. My father, grandfather and great-grandfather all shared a first name. And my father professed to despise this name. He even forbade anyone to call him by it, insisting his pack only call him Alpha, instead.

She stiffened as she asked. “It does not matter.” I named myself already. “This man – My father – what was his name?” Maybe I could find him. “Sebastian? No, I think he was called Sylvester.”

“Anything.” “I’ve been thinking of names. What do you think of Logan and Lucas? I know having the boys names start with L would carry on your family tradition.” Leo had been named after his father Leonard. His mother only added the O at the end to make it seem more refined and all his male family figures bore names with the letter L. It was only right that we continue the tradition for our sons. “I think those are beautiful names for our sons.”

The teacher grumbled. “No,” My wicked grin was going to dance on her grave, “My mother’s family is the family who archived the knowledge gained from the experiments that were done on the fae.” Sumter was my father’s name, one that I hated needed to display to the world. Sumter was the name of the general who guarded the northernmost outpost. My mother, Lydia Sangriel, struck fear into the hearts of academics.

“Tell me.” He nods, resigned. “My father's name was Dave. I had an older brother, Nate, who was a good bit older than me. Like twelve years or so, I think. They never celebrated birthdays or holidays for themselves, so I honestly had no idea how old either of them where until I asked Nate once when I was older.” “They didn't celebrate birthdays?”

“I had a brother named Nicholas, you know?” “Nicholas Jones. My grandfather.” I’m so surprised that I almost drop Adare. I don’t know why. By now, I really should expect to hear those words coming from people’s mouths. “Really? So you are a Jones too?” “No, your majesty. My…my…he was my mother’s father.” “Oh. Right. So who was your father? What’s your surname?” “I am a bastard.” “So?” Nicholas gives me a strange look. “Bastards are not allowed family names. We have one name only.”

" Not to offend you or anything but is that it?" " No. I was just waiting to see if the name would ring a bell. Anyway." He said with a blank expression before he inhaled deeply. " I should start over. My name is Roman, Drew and I share the same mother, Thelma but have different fathers. " He said and then he paused. Elora started to nod, finally understanding him. " So who is your father." " Alpha Drake," he said casually but Elora's body suddenly stiffened. " Relax," he said laughing a little.

is my father's name. Nicholas Ryan Cole. 3 months later Candice I sit and stare at the building in front of me. I am in my car still contemplating if I dare to go in. I know we need the money, but I am completely and utterly nervous. After getting the name of my biological father, I went home and did my research. I knew the name sounded familiar. Nicholas Cole was a very wealthy man. He was the owner of Cole Industries. He had just passed the rankings down to his only son Jared. I have a brother. Seeing all this information on the documentation that changed my life was both exhilarating and terrifying. I take a profound breath, get out of the car, and head to the office that awaits my father

He kisses my temple while his hands is resting on my grown belly. "What are we going to name them,our sons?"He asks slowly laying me down on the bed and pepper my belly with soft kisses. "What do you want to name them?"I stroke his silky hairs. "I haven't decided yet but I like the name Alcander Jr. my father's name.I want one of our sons to inherit their grandfather's name and virtues.He was a great Alpha of his time.I want you to decide on the other name.Do you have decide a name yet?"He looks at me.

They reply together before hanging up. I close my laptop and grab out the notes I’ve been taking for her during these phone calls about her side of the family. So far, we know that Charlotte and William are family names, and that a tradition of our family was that we name the first-born son William. Why? We have no idea. My brother whose name is, you guessed it, William, has always been curious as to why his name was handed to him with no thought put into it. I FaceTime my mom, and she picks up on the second ring.