Pinocchios Dads Name Novels & Stories

, she frowned while saying that, she's not really used of her dad being busy, an owner of the highest and successful company in Asia, well our family doesn't t have any difference Nic's dad was mom's brother, and that business was actually from our grandfather, Tito Fred, Nicole's father became the owner because he was the eldest among the two of them, my mom was just helping him and I don't know what's her position, and I'm not interested about the company as well as Nicole, so let's not talk about that "By the way you can bring someone with you Elie, a date I guess? Or whatever you call it", she added. Wait?! What?!

the last guy says, it's not but I'm too sacred to say no to him. "I'm Rocco, that's Adam, and Mouse Gionni. We are your siblings" he says, wait what I don't have siblings. "We're not really blood-related, but dad, you biological father, he took us in at a young age" Adam adds, my dad? "I have a dad?" I say. "Yes Giovanni Gionni, he's your father. He didn't know that you excited until last week, he was looking for you but...." Mouse says making my hope goes up, I have a dad? He was looking for me?

she asks Tracy. "Yes," Tracy smiles. "Nick's dad is Daryl Harrison. "Wow! Really?" Denise smiles at me like it's Christmas morning and I just became her favorite present. Who knew dad's reputation was so widespread or so helpful? I just stare at her beautiful smiling face. "Can I see your portfolio?" Tracy asks.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

However, as I held the cold phone and looked at the crowded contact list, I still didn’t dare make the call. After all, I had ninety-nine dads. Dad Number One was a mob boss. Dad Number Three smuggled weapons. Dad Number Fifteen ran illegal loan operations. And Dad Number Seventy-Eight owned underground casinos… Even though they always loved giving me black cards, patting my head, and saying, “Ariel, behave. But if something happens, you call us immediately. Whoever dares touch even one finger of yours, I’ll make their whole family disappear from this earth.”

"Papa!" I really hadn't expected him to push aside his busy schedule and fly in from Sicily just to watch this World Cup match with me. To the outside world, he was the head of one of Sicily's oldest families and the most respected Don in the entire underworld. But no one knew he was a father who had doted on his daughter ever since losing his wife early. To protect my position as future heir, only the core members of the family knew I was the Principessa. Papa wiped away my tears and sat down beside me.

Or at least he changed the name of his establishment the day I came into the world and knew the name my parents had chosen for me. That's why the men in the Family call me Didi. Andrea is a masculine name in Italy, but my mother liked the irony when she knew it was a name given to girls in France. My grandfather, Dino, was the Don in charge before Vincenzo. When our father announced that he was refusing to take over the Don's position, Grandpa asked my brothers who would be interested in taking over the Bonani Family. Vincenzo was the heir apparent. Salvatore and Terzo have always preferred the field and couldn't imagine being locked in an office for long hours. And, as we all know, Vincenzo

Pouring me a glass of alcohol, I sculled down the drink almost immediately, its after taste living a burning sensation in my throat. "My boys are here. I'm sorry to have kept you two waiting" a deep masculine voice spoke from the edge of the stairs. Adriano, Luca's dad, descended from the stairs whilst he muttered some funny words in Italian to us. Barely up to being in his late fifties, he was a very jovial fellow, quite a stark difference to the meaning of his name. He still had his charming looks which would always get females smitten. Sometimes I find it hard to believe him and my dad are related. He is the opposite of everything my dad is.

“I can trade my rascally sons for Danielle !! He is so perfect !” “Stop squealing, Zoe dear. Sensitive ears here ! Although, we agree too !!” “DAD JACE !!!!” “What ?! It’s true !! He is so innocent ! He won’t even play pranks on me and your other Dads. I can already imagine dumping your devilish asses in a far away land” “Oh Lucan !” my other Dads groaned as if they were in seventh heaven. “Stop showing us dreams of perfect paradise when we are stuck with these hell sent troublemakers”

I could feel Nico watching me closely through the bond. I took a sip of wine and leaned in like we were old friends sharing secrets. “It was hard on all of us. Dad was… well, he was Dad. Always working on something big, always saying the next deal would change everything.” I paused, tilting my head. “Funny how life works, he mentioned once that he’d gotten involved with some powerful people toward the end, but he never gave names, though.” Dante’s expression stayed warm, but I caught the micro-shift in his eyes, and calculation behind the charm.