Names For Dads In Stories Novels & Stories

shrugging his shoulders. “Dad was a fuckboy. He fucked different girls every minute or second. But one day, he realized he wanted to be a father. So, he finds a polite and well-mannered innocent woman that is far from what he always fuck. So, he found my biological mother. But she didn’t like him. My mom had a real love, and that is not Dad. Yet, he was persistent and determined to get her. And so, he threatened her,” he paused. Damon gave Keatton a peck. “To cut the story short, they had me. Dad named me Damon to rebuke the curse he may pass, but... it was a wrong move for him,” Keatton laughed as the doctor joked around.

I said, surprising my family. “You said my father was a king?” I asked after a while. “Yes. Your father’s name was Darius, he was one of the best kings your people could have, honest, brave and he cared for his people. Mathew said that the only time he saw your dad afraid was when he had to give you away. He didn’t care about his life or your mothers; he was scared that he couldn’t be there to see you growing up” Grandma whispered softly. “What happened to him and to my…his wife?” I asked, afraid of her answers.

“My father was demanding, not very demanding. I take it all as grooming to be an Alpha.” “Or just hate because your mother loved you more.” Ralph joked. “My dad told me once your dad but hurt you, your mom locks him up.” I smiled. She was Alpha anyway. “Not how I remember it.” I denied even if I knew it was true. “Maybe you don’t. I never saw it either. My dad did have many stories like that though.” Ralph sighed again. “I hope to be a dad someday.” My smile fell off my face. Of course he’d be a father someday. “Could you spare yourself the unnecessary worry? You’re still young.”

"Oh my god, I missed you! I'm so sorry we left you alone with Dad. Was he completely boring?" "Not boring," I manage, very carefully not looking at Dalen. "We managed to entertain ourselves." "Did you watch those old westerns he likes? I bet he made you watch westerns." "Something like that." Her brother comes in next with his kids, everyone talking at once, stamping snow off boots, and Dalen moves to help with bags. The cabin fills with noise and chaos and Christmas energy. Through it all, I feel his eyes on me. When Jess goes to hug her dad, I watch them together—watch the guilt flash across his face for just a second before he covers it. Watch him squeeze her tight and kiss her forehead.

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.

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.

We didn't start eating instantly because we were waiting for our dad to join us. "Oh Carena! You better take care of your health. I don't want the Alpha King to come yelling at us that we didn't look after his mate," she giggled, elbowing me with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "Hey, you two are awake. It's so good to have both my daughters join me for breakfast," Dad came out of his room, ready in his jumpsuit to go build houses. We used to tease Dad and call him Bob the Builder. Those were the good old days when we were innocently enjoying our lives. Even when we didn't have money for three meals a day, we were still at peace.

He reassured me. Mom's eyes lit up at that. "Oh, I can't wait to spend the day with them. Your father's been practicing his storytelling skills, haven't you, dear?" She murmured, turning to my dad. Dad puffed up his chest proudly. "That's right. Those little ones are going to hear all the tales I grew up with. Might even throw in a few embarrassing stories about their mother for good measure." He said, winking at me. "Dad!" I protested, but I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. For a moment, the tension in the room eased, and it felt almost like a normal family breakfast.

He always gets like that when he thinks of his mate, with a smile that grows fondly. I have two other dads, Alessandro and Damon, and all of them rule Green Mountain with their Luna Queen–my mom, Trisha. Multiple mates are a thing in my family, at least for the women. I’m glad I’m a guy. “We all did things when we were young that we absolutely, positively wouldn’t want any of you kids to do,” he says finally. I raise a brow. “Oh? Got a few secrets to tell me, Dad?” “Not in this lifetime.”

the man continued with his calm and rich voice. "Dada stwong(strong), Theo stwong. Theo no mom, onwy dada" the boy exclaimed innocently but gave the audience an eerie feel as they all quited "Yes buddy, Theo is very strong" his father answered with a fond and calm smile. "Theo no wabwab mommy. Dada get mama Bee wiee(wife). Dada wabwab(love) mama Bee, make baby" Theo blurted out unceremoniously.