Novel & Cerita Invincible Dad Name

His daunting eyes narrowed in on me and he straightened, a smile spreading across his lips and revealing the dimples my dad had mentioned. His beauty struck me like a blow, and I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach, his intimidating aura swallowing the entire space around him. Dr. Benjamin Cavanagh. The eccentric billionaire dubbed the Mad Doctor. “Do you see him?” My father crackled in my ear. “Yes.”

She truly had no idea, so how was she supposed to come clean? Jovie was playing with her doll at the side, but she suddenly ran to the front of Celena. With her head held high, she said to Sherah seriously, "My dad is a superman. He's amazing. He has beaten up many, many bad guys. He even bought a mall for me. It's the mall with the amusement park."

I told my dad. "Hmmm… That will be a bit hard not to say. You know that some members might call me by my real name. But okay, I'll stick to my nickname Vincenzo. In fact, I can help you with your plan. You're more important to me than any businesses in the mob," my dad said with a heartwarming smile. He's really the best dad ever. I gave him a bear hug, and he chuckled, imitating Santa Claus' laugh. That's a bit funny actually. "You're really weird, Dad. But I love you," I laughed at him.

Nico Cephas. The name hits like a punch. Dad's best friend since forever. Ex-fighter, built like a tank, the guy who practically raised me after Mom. He'd show up at the house when Dad was gone—fix dinners, scare off bullies at school, teach me how to throw a punch. Those gray eyes. That gravel voice.

He replied. "My dad's MC has charters all over the world. You could never get away from him!" Jess warned. "Besides even if they aren't looking for me, you can bet your ass they are looking for whoever destroyed the gym! And if they believe me dead, well they won't stop looking until every last person involved in my death is dead!" Jess warned. "Who's your dad?" Ink asked. "Sarge, Prez of the Hell's Demons. You really should have done your homework on who I am. You just signed not only your death warrant but your whole entire club's! My dad's MC will slaughter you all!" Jess warned. "He won't show any mercy!"

“I’m one of the people who tried to stop them.” I blinked. “So you’re on my side.” He shook his head slowly. “I’m on my father’s side.” My heart thudded. My father had a partner? My father had secrets. My father had lied to me. I stared at the man. “What’s your name?” His gaze softened, almost imperceptibly. “Adrian Vale,” he said. My breath caught. Vale. Like Elliot. Like the family name I’d been living with. My mind went blank for a second.

Ingrid said, her voice calm but worried. “No… this can’t be,” Dad whispered, disbelief heavy in his tone. My dads were gay. Daddy Kai was the Alpha of the Diamond Heart pack and Uncle Jax’s brother while Dad Ty was Daddy Kai’s dragon warrior and Uncle Jax’s best friend. Daddy Kai, or Dy, as I called him, and Dad Ty, aka Dad, were the pillars of my strength but for now no one could save me from the spiral of misery I had fallen in. I tried to sit up, only to feel a wave of dizziness crash over me. My head hit the bed’s headboard painfully, and I gasped.

“Every night.” “Thank you, Doctor. No further questions.” Levinson stood. “Dr. Park. In your medical opinion, who is Alexander’s father?” “Objection. Calls for speculation.” “Sustained.” “Dr. Park,” Levinson said. “Who did Alexander call ‘Dada’ in the NICU?” “Adrian Knight,” Dr. Park said. Finally looked at me. Sorry in her eyes. “Who donated blood to Ivy Knight 12 days ago, bedside, crash protocol?”

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.

She’s still waiting. When my dad died, his friend volunteered to look after us. He called himself our guardian. That was Ricky’s father—Rick the Slick, heir to a dodgy fortune. He was cute the way a baby gator is cute. But I didn’t mind the nasty side of Ricky. I liked his carefree life, his infectious laughter, and his hands on my waist like he thought he was holding something fragile.