Father Names Novels & Stories

Faina Petrov Andrey doesn’t share his father’s surname for reasons of cunning and security. My godfather wants his son to remain unlinked to him, preventing our enemies from using him as leverage. Just like my father did with me and my mother, always prioritizing the family’s protection. That’s why my birth certificate doesn’t carry his name. To those closest to us, I am Faina Petrov—and that’s how I like to be known. To our enemies and the world outside our bubble, Faina Petrov actually died at birth.

I was hoping to get some information about where my father was. "Millard Huffman," he said angrily. "All I remember is my surname, Millard.” "That’s a pity," I repeated. He looked at me, growing more impatient. "Stop beating around the bush and get to the point." "Anson gave you your name, right, Millard?” I wanted to confirm this with him. "Yes, he did." He stood on a stool, studying me. "He meant for you to remember your original surname, even if you had become part of the Huffman family at the time. That’s why he made Millard your first name. Is that correct?”

“Hmm, I think it's high time I ask my father ‘’Your father is still alive?’’ “Yes but he stays abroad, he's the only living uncle my brothers have, all the Alpha brothers are dead” “Sorry about that” “It's nothing” “What's your father's name?’’ “Zerome.”

I noticed my father and my older brother, Luke, were already training. The name Luke comes from Lucius Xavier Vanderbilt. My older brother. He is the firstborn in our family and the next in line to hold the Alpha position. Even though he appears to be as frigid as winter to most people, he is as warm as the sun to those he deems close to him. “Good Morning, Father,” I greet father. “Morning, Josette,” He replies.

It took me a bit of effort to free myself from the embarrassing hug, and as I did, she kissed me on the cheeks and began to fuss about my hair like I was eight or something. My father rescued my by stepping up to shake me hand. "Hey there, Al," he beamed. "How are things in the home stretch?" Possibly my father's greatest gift to me was his insistence that I be called 'Al' when I was little. Alistaire is an extremely old family name on my mom's side, and once I was born with a penis, there had never been a chance I'd be named anything else. But Dad had been firm that everybody call me Al, believing that the only person who should decide that I actually be known by that full mouthful should b

My father's name was Caius Ashford. I learned that in the first five minutes of sitting across from him in Victor's study. Not because I hadn't known it. I had seen it on documents, heard it from my mother in the rare moments she spoke about him at all. But hearing him say it himself, in his own voice, in the same room as me, made it real in a way it had never been from a distance. Caius. From the old language. It meant rejoice.

a stupid thought flashed through my head. My father's name is Victor and he is the general director of Aikhire. I still do not know what this name means, and my father does not recognize it. The annual income of the company is very large, such amounts are not even worth pronouncing. What his company does I do not know, because my father decided not to let me in on his business. However, it doesn't matter to me. As long as our family remains rich, how my father earns does not interest me.

I nod. “My Grandfather's name was Nicholas. My Uncle is the older of the two brothers and my father, Brandon, did not really want to be responsible for the whole country. Grandfather hired a mercenary to teach him how to fight while my Uncle was schooled in politics." "Did they learn other things as well?" I wrote.

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”

Max Santon was born into a modest family, Max's upbringing instilled in him a deep appreciation for honesty, integrity, and the pursuit of justice. His father, Robert Santon, was a hardworking mechanic with a heart of gold. Through his long hours and dedication, Robert provided for his family and imparted the values of loyalty and perseverance to his son. Max admired his father's unwavering commitment to his craft and his unwavering support for his loved ones.