Names For Dads In Stories Novels & Stories

"Promised!" My dad winked at me and smiled. "It can happen." Mom hated it when he always protected me. Then my mom blurted it out. "And who was the young man who drove you?" I knew it. Did she look out the window this morning? My cheeks flushed and my dad gave me a questioning look, raising his eyebrows. "His name is Jayden." I prepared myself for questions and discussion and made myself a bowl of cereal. My parents got up and came to the kitchen counter. My dad always wanted facts. "Who is this? How old? Where from?” My mom sipped from her coffee mug.

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.”

I corrected, and he stared at me. "What is the secret?" He asked with a crossed arm, and I chuckled at the sight. "You can call Tristan your uncle, but not Daddy," I corrected him, and he stared at me in confusion. "Who should I call daddy then?" He asked, amusing me with his intelligence. "You can call me Dad," I smiled and Dame suddenly went quiet. "Why?" He asked, surprising me. I laughed lightly and cooked up a story that didn't exist in my head. "Mommy went to visit Uncle Tristan a long time ago because they were friends and now she has returned home to Daddy," I said, knowing that he wouldn't understand the story if I told him the truth anyway.

Several students who had come to submit documents at the door couldn't help but steal glances in my direction. One of them took a look at the withdrawal application in my hand and my faded, worn-out school uniform and softly remarked, "They're both children, yet their lives couldn't be more different. Mr. Smith has such a stellar reputation; he donates to the school and attends the parent-teacher conferences in person… Surely he wouldn't mistreat his own biological daughter behind closed doors." I lifted my head and glanced at that person. "Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years."

the kid said. The Alpha did nothing but just laugh; he couldn't change his baby's mind. He liked to give nicknames to the people he met, always referring to their real names. To himself, who is his father, he called him "Daddy Tay"; to the lady who took care of him, he called him "Grandma Boo. " He never knew what it meant, but his little boy was cute and reminded him a lot of his late wife.

, Ansh said and arched his eyebrows at Rudra. "Oh! okay! Sorry! I won't say anything bad about your 'D' ", Rudra said as he raised his hands. "By the way what is 'D' ?", Rudra asked him. "D is the short form of Dad. I will call him Dad when he and Maa get married to each other", Ansh said and Rudra felt proud of his little son. "You know your Mumma always calls your Maa 'D' and your Maa calls her 'M' ", Rudra said and kissed his forehead lovingly and Ansh smiled.

“I want to hear about how you and my daddy met each other.” “When you're older, I'll tell you.” I feign a smile, how I met Knox is a cute story but how things went downhill from there? Very inappropriate and so not bedtime story material. “But I like that story,” she whines, “Daddy tells me all the time. Damsel and the villian in the land of fire,” she says, trying to imitate the depth of his voice. “You're his damsel right?” she pauses, trying to confirm if I'm indeed the woman he tells her stories about but I'm in shock. This man has hated me for so long but he told his daughter stories about me? “He calls you damsel.” she points out.

"The prince and the princess lived happily ever after, sweetheart. They had a daughter like you." "Like me? What's her name, daddy?" "I'm not sure about the name, sweetheart. It wasn't mentioned in the story but you can think of a name." "Daddy, I want a dog just like the princess in the story." Damien gently made her lay on the bed and put on her blanket. Darya's hooded eyes focused on her dad. "We will talk about that with your mom, sweetheart. For now, go to sleep so you'd grow fast like the princess."

It was impossible not to think of him whenever she looked at her son. “Aiden,” she whispered softly, brushing a kiss on his forehead. “Do you know that your daddy picked that name for you? Even before you were born, he had always wanted his first son to be named Aiden. It’s a strong name, a name that means strength and power. And I know you’re going to grow up to be strong and handsome, just like him.”

He looked at me and I smiled back at him waving my hands, telling him to go on, like he understands it, he then continued introducing his Dad. "Uhmn, right here is my Daddy, his name is Daddy Clyde, he loves me a lot and my mommy too. Every day before I go to sleep my daddy will always read a storybook to me until I fall asleep. I am proud of my dad because he helps a lot of people with his business. That’s all, thank you." He said bowing his head before looking at his Daddy who bares a loving smile and a proud look at him. Everyone clapped their hands, Some parents smiled at me and whispered “You have a wonderful family.” Which makes me smile.