Novel & Cerita Invincible Dad Name

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.

Hearing this I looked at her with confusion. She looked at me and speaks up," My father was the top businessman of Germany. His name is Adam Walker. Me, my dad and my mom Lily were living happily. But happiness never lasts too long. My uncle was a bad man. He used to spend his all time at club and drugs. Things turned worst when my dad decided to transfer all properties to my name. My uncle was against it.

dad said. "Roman as in Roman Xavier, dad are you crazy he is Jake's driver and best friend. " I said and dad smirked. "is he?" dad asked humorously and an I got it, I said "he is your man isn't he, " "Exactly," Dad said. 1 week later

He paused. "Who'll that be?". Evan asked enthusiastically. "Virion. That's his name". "Virion? sounds like virus". Evan grunted. "His real name is Vincent Bradley, my father". Henry replied Evan almost immediately he made his statement. "Well, where is he?". Ian asked. "Dead. He has been dead for years but we can bring him back if we work together and if we get all what's needed". "Wait, wait. You mean all of this". Ian gestured as if he was drawing a circle with his hands. "All of us are just put together so we can help you bring back your dead father?".

Recalling his little pranks, it was clear that he was an exceptionally smart little boy. Seeing how he bravely stood out to protect Larissa when she was in danger, Ambrose couldn't help but feel proud. "What's your name?" Ambrose asked, not noticing the slight tremble in his voice. "My name's Vincent," Vincent replied. "You know I'm your dad right?" "Hmph! You're Bad Daddy! I don't want a dad like you, I want to look for a new dad! "One that's tall, handsome, and rich!" Vincent exclaimed.

~Brady~ I feel I lot lighter as I jog to class. It’s right down the hallway, so I don’t have far to go. I walk in and wave to Coach Martin. He’s shooting the bull with Colton and Grant. He was my dad’s best friend growing up and is technically my godfather. Uncle Dave and Tom were a year younger than them, so they put Adam in all of Dad’s classes as a safety measure. He comes from a long line of warriors and was one of the first lead warriors Dad instated. I just happen to be lucky that my gamma and beta are the same age as me.

"Okay. I know you’re not as stupid as me, but a fair warning—don't call my mum Mrs Brown. Call her Evelyn . . . or Eve." I shook my head and watched as he jumped out of the car and I did the same. "I’m not calling her by her name." He frowned and I quickly asked, "Any other alternative?" He nodded, laughing. "Ms Brown." I shrugged. "So, she uses Brown." "Yes." We made our way to the porch and he added, "My dad was Chapman.” Vincent Chapman . . . Nah! I liked Brown better. He turned to me, his gaze softening. “You ready?"

,I glance at my dad. "Who the fuck is he dad?",I mind link him so I don't ask our loud. "He was a family friend but went crazy and disappeared ten years ago. He has the same scar on his neck that he got as a kid",I shove him back as he comes at me Miles is extremely weak. He yells for back up and men step forward looking all kinds of fucked up. "Meet our enhanced warriors",he gloat as the men growl viciously. Dad and I share looks before we start fighting. The vampire covens race forward and Miles yells as they help take his enhanced men out. He pulls a gun and I sigh pissed.

I sighed, realizing that I had a lot of things to know about him and we had a lot of memories we needed to build. "Dad," I breathed. Finally, we stopped crying and were able to settle down. We sat down and decided to take a break from our journey. "I take it that you are my daughter's mate." My dad said, turning to Kevin and extending a handshake to him. "I'm Zeke." "Kevin." Kevin said, accepting my father's handshake. Zeke. I said, repeating my father's name in my head. I loved the name. It sounded strong. It seemed exactly like the name of someone my mother would have fallen in love with.

Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.