Father Names Novels & Stories

What if he was a brute like Ambrose? "So, what's his son's name?" I asked as I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Ambrose Vikander," my father dropped the nuclear bomb and waited for my reaction.

And then……Something clicks inside my head. A memory of who my father is. A name that carries so much weight, power and authority. And then my other daddies……Daddy Vincenzo and Daddy Riccardo. Men who do not tolerate nonsense. Men who do not allow anyone disrespect their family. Men whose mere names are enough to make people think twice. My spine slowly straightens and my breathing steadies. The fear that was curling in my chest begins to dissolve. Replaced by something far more familiar……

“Respect your father.” “Why did you name me Angus?” he howled. “Every hot chick that asks about my real name is immediately turned off.” “Because, it's a traditional family name,” mom said proudly. “Every first son on my side of the family has had that name.” “Callie's name is Irish, too, but it's normal,” Mo said darkly. “Why couldn't I have been Patrick? Or Conner?” “Hey, I'm named after a river, okay? How lame is that? At least you're cattle, or whatever.”

And sometimes things that never appeared on any official document. He knew exactly where the section was. The family had been arguing about names for generations. His father had taken names seriously. Painfully seriously, if you asked anyone who'd sat through those discussions. Augustus used to roll his eyes whenever the topic came up. He stopped doing that sometime in his fifties. He found the page. Ran his finger down until he reached the entry he was looking for. *Leon — considered for firstborn son, Draxler Roman Churchill's generation. Not used.*

My father was furious, realizing how Susan had deceived him, and embarrassed at having been duped in front of me. Fully awake now, Susan clutched her face, glaring at me with pure hatred. "Dad, she's the fake one! Don't believe her! Amber Tayson is a fraud—I'm your real daughter!" Susan stubbornly refused to accept the truth. Before she could finish, another slap landed, leaving both of her cheeks equally red. Watching the scene unfold, I couldn't help but feel that my father knew exactly how to handle the situation. … "Amber's last name is Tayson, which is only natural since her mother is Miranda Tayson. What's wrong with her taking her mother's surname?

He asked, his voice warm and inviting. I took a sip of my juice, collecting my thoughts before launching into the story of my day. My mother leaned in, her eyes sparkling with interest, as I began to recount my day. I only told them about meeting James and particularly left out the part about Fidelia and her problems. "Did you say his last name was Wardolf?" My father asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the information. I nodded, taking another bite of my porridge. "His father is the head of the soldiers, a very fine gentleman," he stated, a hint of respect in his voice. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this new piece of information.

No matter what they goes through the succeed in it; To bring it close to you is from my late father, his name is Kylas, whom I named your father after his him, the name has been in our family for the past decades, my own name is Donald Kylas, during our time things started changing back to our good nature, and it later appear in the body of your father Kylas Robsin Donald, his wealth takes us back to our glorious days, which has make us so happy today, and you were born into the era of riches, with a silver spoon, you see this wisdom you guys portray it is from our family it is a genetics, I do not know more of your mother side but I think there were also good and brilliant that is why your

" I asked and turned to look at him. He nodded and rubbed my stomach. "They enjoy their lives." He said and shrugged his shoulders, "When I became the Alpha, I offered them to come back, but they won't." He sighed and looked down at my stomach. I followed his gaze and very slowly lifted my gown. My stomach was still flat, but I could see the small changes now. Aeron's finger trailed over the skin and exhaled. "What is your Father's name?" I asked him. "His name is William, but Will for short." He said.

My parents are waiting and look very happy when they see us freshly showered. "well son, my dad smiles, what is his name?", everyone looked up waiting. "yeah we picked a name",I smiled big. "well son are you going to tell us", my dad looks excited. I look down at her, " do you want to tell them?",she blushes. "we chose Hunter Michael Fury", my dad cracks the biggest smile I've ever seen and hugs us both.

"Dad is not gonna leave us again, is he?" My four years old self ask my mother curiously as we enter our home. We had just come back from a trip to the fun fair at the park. Dad doesn't stay with us, but he always come back. We had a video call with him yesterday and he told me to wait for him.. He said he is gonna come back, and he is not gonna leave again. I love my Father a lot, anytime he comes back from his trips, he would bring with him my favorite chocolates. Dad doesn't call me by my first name, he likes to call me 'Feenah' which is my middle name and also my mum's name.