My Dad Is Too Strong Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He suddenly turned and then I saw the Warrior he had asked to stay earlier before him. "You asked me to.." The Warrior was cut short and my eyes widened when Dad wrapped his hands around his neck, pulling the Warrior up with ease, who gasped for breath. Most of our warriors were strong- in fact all. But dad was stronger and it seriously felt like the Warrior was choking on air. "Dad.." I tried to call but a protest growl left his lips.

He asks and I look at him without showing any emotions. “One million,” I say, and he shakes his head. “That won’t last one month. I want more,” he says and I slam both my hands on the table, making him jump. My dad might be tall and have a big build, but I am bigger than him and definitely stronger, not to mention I know how to knock someone down.

I don't know. But my title meant a lot to me and dad was powerful. So powerful I was afraid to go against his orders. I know it's ridiculous right? Big bad me afraid of my father. It's just that I've seen him in action, he may be fifty-two but he was still as strong as ever. Only my mom could tame him and his pups. But once we messed up he's going to let us know. Did I mess up though? I don't know and I don't care.

A bit far away from where eyes from our neighbors could reach. “Yeah.” “Super strength always comes almost immediately. Even before the claws so let’s check to see if you have super strength yet.” Dad lifted a dumbbell with two fingers and walked closer to me, handing it over to me expecting me to lift it the same way he did. Surprisingly, when I lifted it with two fingers, it felt light. “Yes!” Dad said. “Wait till I rub it in your mom’s face that you took after me and not her.” “What do you mean?”

"How dare you try to hurt me, you insolent worm?" "Run, Violet!" Dad yells as I struggle to get up. His eyes lock onto mine, determination in his face. "Don't look back, my daughter." Without effort, the man kicks Dad's body, sending him through a wall. That wasn't human; that wasn't a person! I hear Dad's painful groan. The creature turns toward me, but before it reaches me, Dad jumps on its back and bites its neck fiercely, making it bleed. I've never seen such strength in Dad before; it's like seeing another man.

He said, getting straight to the point. "We don't know if they are allies and why us?" He asked as he casually placed a hand on my thighs making me inhale sharply at the contact. There was just something about his touch which made me feel what people call ‘butterflies’. It was weird considering I've never felt that before. "You're the first and I'm the second. We're technically the strongest. If we join hands, they wouldn't even think of coming after us." Dad said seriously, snapping me back from my thoughts.

Energy seemed to pulse from my dad and into Christopher. The Hunter's arrogant face became scared and his face turned gray, the color of ash. I hadn't believed it was possible, but whatever power my dad possessed, it was killing Christopher. "Dad. Stop!" I shoved against his shoulder. Somehow, I was stronger than I realized, and my dad sailed to the floor. "Sorry." I went to him and stuck out my hand to help him up. "Sorry." Tears blurred my vision. "Please, no more death," I said adamantly.

I was sobbing so hard my head started throbbing. I palmed my pounding headache. "You need to take it easy angel." "My dad.It's because of me he is in this condition." "Are you done with your pity party? Now listen to me carefully. Your dad is a fighter Talia.He is going to make it hon.We all have to be strong." My mother's voice cracked.What am I doing?I have to be strong for my family.I hugged my mother.She needs me,Us.I'm glad I have Etienne by my side.

" A chill ran down my spine. That fool. When I refused to give him money, he went straight to Dad. What was I supposed to do now? Was I going to lose everything again? My heart raced as I tried to think of a solution, but Dad didn’t give me the chance. He grabbed the broom by the door and swung it at me. Caught off guard, I took the blow head-on. Then he stepped forward and kicked me hard in the chest. His fists came down next—heavy, relentless. The difference in strength was overwhelming. I couldn’t escape, so I could only curl up and endure it.

I froze, my eyes taking him in and my heart thumping so loudly in my chest, I thought I would die. “Roric.” Dad jerked up. “What are you doing—” “Don't.” It was just one word from him, but it was enough for my father to stop breathing. I watched his chest freeze mid-rise. His hand gripped the leather hand as his face turned pale. I always thought my dad was the strongest man in the entire world. He had never been intimidated before, and always made me feel safe, but right now, I knew whoever this man was, he was likely the devil if he made my dad look like he might piss his pants.