Pinocchios Dads Name Novels & Stories

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

My mom has this habit, even my brother still get his cheek pinch by my mom "Thankyou." "Dadd, Happybirthdayyyyyy!" I hugged my dad as he walked to the living room "Ohhh my daughter, thankyou." I kissed my dad's cheek "Babe, this is Nico. Dakota's friend. Nico this is my husband Jonathan" My mom introduced Nico to my dad "Hi, Nico . Happybirthday." Nico said and my dad thanked him "So is he a friend or a friend friend?" My dad teased and I smacked him playfully "I'm hom-"

He frowned at his mother, “That’s what Daddy calls Uncle Adriano. And he calls Uncle Vincenzo... Bitchenzo!” Vincenzo’s head snapped around so fast I heard something crack in his neck. “He calls me what?” Dante leaned in, grinning. “What does he call me, little man?” Cristiano thought for a second. “Uncle Gigolo.” Dante scowled immediately and pointed a finger at himself, “I’m the gigolo? Me? With his manwhore résumé, I’m the gigolo?!” “Wait, wait,” Cristiano added, holding up a tiny finger, “Uncle Luca is Uncle Lick-a-Balls, Uncle Raphael is Uncle Rimjob, and Uncle Silvio is... Uncle Glitterdick!”

“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”

We enjoyed it to the fullest and our parents threw a grand party to celebrate our win. “Come on my love,we need to get ready for the day.”Nico heaved a deep sigh,”I have some pending work that I need to take care of.I wanted to spent some time with you yesterday evening and that is why I came back home early.I didn't take care of the paperwork that Dad asked me to.” I raised my brow at Nico”You're really something,”I smiled back at him. Nico left his profession and his love for basketball to help Dad take care of King duties.It was overwhelming sometimes because Dad had a lot on his table.I’m glad that Nico stepped in and gave him a helping hand.

My father blows out a puff of smoke as he continues to chuckle with Nicolis Ricci, one of his–our men. “He played that boy like a violin,” my father says, coughing out a hard laugh, and hitting his chest. Nicolis laughs too, hard and says, “You would think he'd seen it coming, Malcolm never liked that family” he chuckles leaning back in the chair–my chair.

Marvin rolled his eyes. “They had memes in prison?” Luckily enough, Marvin could at least chuckle at my joke. “I’m sorry, I’m lost…Panther is who?” “Cisco’s dad.” “Why am I only finding out about this now?” I asked, flustered. I did not see that one coming, not at all. “Trust me, you’re not the only one.” Marvin stated. “I didn’t know, neither does my family—and my sister doesn’t know I’m aware.”

“You ask him to keep tabs on me?” He smirked. “Calm down, baby. He mentioned it in passing.” “I went out to lunch with my father.” He had no reaction to that. “And where did you guys go?” “Pino’s.” “They have damn good sandwiches.” His hand moved to his chin, scratching the tip like an itch bothered him. “And they’re huge, hence the stomach and ass.” He grinned. “And tits. Can’t forget those.” His eyes glanced down at the water, where my chest was hidden beneath the bubbles on the surface.

Papa-Tina stated, and Tina's frown deepened. "I am sorry, Papa," Tina forced out her apology. "It's okay, my daughter. You can sit down first." Papa- Tina gestured for Tina to sit while he continued his speech. "Tina, This young man named Patrick here told me he's the father of your son. Is that true?." "..." Tine frowned and stared from her father to Patrick. As their eyes met again, and Patrick didn't know Tina would raise her face up and stare at him before answering her father's question,.

“I’m just surprised a daughter of a capo knows what a car picnic is.” “Hey, what does that even mean? my dad was the most wonderful dad anyone could ask for. He wasn’t like the other capos that don’t even express love for their children.” “Oh, I can believe that. So what do we need for the…um…car picnic?” “Just pizza, soda, and fries.” I rubbed my hands together like an evil magician. “Too much junk.” He wrinkled his nose. “What? That’s just the right amount of junk.”