Invincible Dad Name Novels & Stories

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 smiles at me with a thoughtful look on his face. Alpha Elias Dolivo is not just my dad and the Alpha of the Invictus Pack, he’s my idol and he’s been my greatest cheerleader since before I was even born. Dad is forty-eight years old, has blonde hair styled with a buzz cut, is 6’5” with chestnut eyes and off-white skin. Dad still works out like crazy so he’s just solid muscle from head to toe, which is pretty common for Alphas. I got my hair colour and my personality from my dad, the rest I got from my mum.

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

'Ahem,' I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably on my chair. 'Look, I know I am just a kid, I know I shouldn't know the things I do but since it's already that way, I can handle anything now. I want to know what to expect in the future, to know exactly who my father is and if to love or hate him. Please, dad, tell me?' 'Your father's name was Jethro Neil,' 'Was? You mean the formal Canadian mafia lord?' 'You read your books well,' I said, taking the champagne glass between my fingers.

My father’s eulogy would be very colourful if we did those. “Nick Davi had multiple facets. Deadly, mostly. He had a hot temper and instilled fear and commanded respect. Mighty men shook in fear at his sight. Hence the nickname, Devil. He was a damn good business man and very manipulative too. As a father, he was both an ass, a hero and my big bear.” Hunter clears his throat. “Brilliant, brave, mighty and a good friend,” he adds and I nod at him. He spent most of his time by my father. Him and I do need to grieve at some point.

I stood frozen, hidden in the shadows like a mouse, watching them. Behind them, a banner hung on the garden wall. [Eugene's One-Month Celebration] Eugene… Once, I had clung to Dennis's arm, pouting playfully. "Dennis, one day I want to have a son with you, and name him Eugene." He asked why. I'd smiled brightly and said, "I believe Eugene is a lucky name!" And now, he had a son with someone else—and he'd named him Eugene. "By the way, Dennis," someone said, "Isn't Anna coming back soon? Aren't you worried she'll make a scene when she finds out you've become a dad?"

She began to sob uncontrollably. “Dad? What dad?” I asked. Azel turned sharply to her, “Dad? Dad is here? Why would Dad tell you that, Azella?” “Wait. Who is the Dad? In my mansion?” “I shouldn’t tell.” “What’s your Dad’s name? What does your mother call him? Who is he? Who the hell… I mean… What is your Dad's name? Surely, mommy must have mentioned his name.” Azella held her fingers, frightened by my stiffness. Then in a little voice, she spoke, “Dad’s name is Xander.”

God, I'm such an idiot. “I call him Babe.” My dad’s jaw drops. “Babe?” I bite the inside of my cheek. “That’s his name. I mean, that’s what I call him.” “Are you out of your mind? What’s his real name?” Fuck! “He...” I stammer. “He’s very private.” Dad’s face hardens. “So private that his girlfriend doesn't even know his name?” “He doesn't like publicity.” “Enough!” my dad slams a hand on the living room table, making everyone jump.