Invincible Dad Name Novels & Stories

“I have three parents. My father’s name is Xavier. He's an Alpha tribrid like I am. He's Alpha Reid's third in command. My Dad's name is Theo, and he's an Omega, but he didn't give birth to me; my Pops did. My Pops is Damien, and he's a submissive Beta. He's also Alpha Reid's Beta. My father and Dad can relate to you because they were once held captive, too.

“And a highly treasured one, at that.” “What does it mean?” I whispered. “Your children…” My father reached up with a trembling hand to cup my face. “As long as you are near… Will never… Die…” I stared at him in shock. He was already sleeping again, his hand falling back to the blankets, but David’s expression was resolute. “My children are… What? Invincible?” I asked. It sounded absurd. “Because of this… ability?”

" Who is my father? He asked. " Your father is the late Matt Blake, he is the second richest man in this country and he was the son of the ex president of the country , your dad tried so many times to become a president but never got there but he is a powerful man" she says. " I see, I thought he had a son name Adam Blake , he is popular and also a socialite, so why do you keep calling me his only son? Ted asks , His aunt smiles.

Sandra said, "but not something like Alexander or Vladimir 'cos that's too Russian." "What about Adrian."Cindy said, I looked at the baby. "He doesn't look like an Adrian." "What about Ivan?" Emily said. "No, Nick's dad is called Ivan, he hates his father." Sandra said thinking about another name. "What about Domino." Sasha says as he drinks from the straw of his frozen drink "Not a pizza's name" "What about Gustav? Like my granddad." Nick finally said walking over to us with a little pyjama for the baby, it was a white pyjama with a little baby elephant in the middle. We all stood there in silence for a moment until I spoke breaking the silence.

And of all the people he could partner with, he picked Alexander-fucking-Grayson? "What?" I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief. My eyes darted to Alex, whose lips curved into that infuriating smirk. He was enjoying this. Of course he was. "We were struggling to come up with a name," Dad explained, walking around his desk to sit down. "So I suggested yours. Simple and elegant!" "That was... really stupid, Dad," I stammered. "Why would you name it after me?" "Why? What's wrong with that, Sienna?" Alex interjected, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

The two siblings can be alive and they can be Leo and Rhino if he ever looks for them. After a long silence, I heard his scoff. My heart skipped a beat, thinking he wouldn't believe my story. "What a sick bitch. If you're telling the truth, then what's your father's full name?" Fuck. Do I use Dad's name? He's already dead and he used to be in the FBI too. I'm sorry, Dad. Just this once. "It's Mauricio Ravestreen." "That's a Latin name. Where's he from?" "I don't know." He was from Colombia. "He disowned me before I even got to know him."

Clearly he's a baby hog. “His name is a bit more unique. We kind of made up his middle name, but we really wanted the babies to be named after family. You know, have sentimental meaning in their names. Legacy, I guess. So we decided to name him Oliver Alecson Vale. After you, Jeremy Oliver Vale and you Alec. Because without the two of you, I wouldn't be here. One of you made me and the other raised me. I want him to know that he comes from a long line of strong men.” “Oh honey.” Dad hugs me and then Andras.

“Classy.” “Dad!” I protest again. “Mr. Williams…” Liam begins sternly. “Joseph. If you’re putting your dick in my daughter, I figure we should at least be on a first-name basis,” my dad says. “Joseph,” Liam seethes. “I’d really rather we start this off on a more respectful note.” My dad sighs as I elbow him in the ribs. “Agreed.” He holds out his hand. “Joseph Williams.” Liam frowns at his hand a moment before taking it and shaking it firmly. “Liam Johnson.”

This name was so sensational during that time even now also. I never got a chance to rewind things to check any connection with Siddarth and my family. In that silence I looking at Siddarth and tried to remember this name again and again which was banging at some corner of my brain. " Siddarth Singh Khurana......" My dad's voice is coming to my ears . " It's a good proposal Nivi..... He is a nice guy" again my dad's voice " I don't want dad. I don't want to meet him even if he is a prince of Persia ..." My voice.

This is really bad. I stared at him, dread crawling through my spine. “H...hold on. Who’s your dad??” He scoffed. “See? You don’t care about me like I care about you.” “George, PLEASE. Who is your dad???” He exhaled. “Dominic. Yes the tycoon.” My knees nearly buckled. He went on casually, “Yeah, he’s a public figure and wealthy and all that. But don’t feel intimidated.” “How… how are you not bearing his name?” I whispered.