My Dad Is Too Strong Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

"Yes. Now I don't jump on the bed." "Exactly beta. Strange it is,but we learn from the most challenging situations of our life. It hurts us but it makes us stronger." He cupped my face. "Be scared. But don't let it stop you from learning and getting stronger. Now put your foot on the pedal. Daddy has got your back." I squeeze my eyes in pain. I wish my dad was here to have my back. "You promised dad. Please come back." I dig my head in the mattress allowing my emotions to overflow from my eyes. God knows when all this will end. *******

His grip tight, strong and painful, making my every struggle to get up from his lap futile. “who the hell are you guys? What the fuck did you do to my dad? and why? I swear I will kill you all? Bloody asshole, leave me. Leave me you fucking bastard.” The determination to get out of his grip was at its peak and I thrashed in his hold, I didn’t realise my dad had regained consciousness.

Everyone always said she was fierce, and her aura was so powerful that she made people tremble just by being in the same room as her. But all I saw was a beautiful woman... If I may correct myself, two gorgeous women. "I did. Was he my real dad... like, I mean.... My real, real dad?" I asked, feeling a pang in my heart. He was so handsome and strong. How could someone like Santiago over power him? I have to find out what it was that made him have so much strength to over power my dad. Because from what I saw... my dad was one of the most powerful wolves in all of existence. Maybe I can find something in the book that can help me... I have to find out.

He is extremely powerful and simply too dangerous. Sighing for the nth time, I hung my head and stared at my lap blankly. If Alpha Marcus is really serious about taking, or rather forcing me to be his luna, sooner or later I would have to choose. I sighed in exasperation, whispering to myself, "I can't fight someone like him," "You're right." A familiar voice resounded through the air. When I spin around, I blink at the sight of Dad standing beside the wall with the look he makes when he is about to fight.

I am happy that dad is not completely spellbound by my stepmother anymore. “Oh, God!” Dad groans as he sits on a bar table near the tiny bar counter. He is really weak now. It feels bizarre to see him like this. We often see our parents as superheroes who can never grow old or weak. Seeing him like this makes me realize I am a big girl too. I mean, I always knew. But I still feel odd. “Last night he told me… he wants to get back with you and I wanted to punch his face in front of all the guests.” Dad admits.

If it's too short, I think to myself as I feel the weakness entering my muscles. That's what usually happens - I usually feel strong and bubbled up, and I bubble up and down in energy, but now everything is taken away from me. Blackness seems to be calling me, but I can't resist the call as much as I want to. I move towards it, and my vision starts blurring. I hear a couple of voices - my dad. I see him vaguely in the distance. The fight is over. The three guys who made their move on us were dead, I'm pretty sure, since my dad is alive. What a legend, I think to myself, smiling a little as I wonder how he actually managed to survive that incident.

He rubs both his hands down his rugged face, and I was able to glimpse at the tiny beads of tears that slid down the sides of his face from the corner of his eyes. I bite my lip, sauntering over in front of my father’s huge, now-trembling frame. I take his hand and his eyes snap up to me in surprise. “May I?” I gently wrap my hand around one of his arms, intending to pull up the sleeves of his shirt. My father looked at me reluctantly, while I gave him a stern look he was not able to resist. As time passed, I could tell my father had weakened. I had barely let out my aura yet he reacted as if I just blasted him with it. His aura seemed to be losing its dominant strength, something extremely

The first chapter ended with a total cliffhanger. Ellie whispered to her dad, "Now it's your turn." Then the chapter was over. Well, you damn well better believe I had to read the next chapter. So I closed out of the file and immediately found it just under the first chapter. I realized that my heart was pumping a mile a minute in my chest. My god I was aroused by this. How could that be? I wasn't supposed to get aroused by a dad and his daughter playing with each other. Was I?

Enough to make the ice in my chest feel smaller. Caleb kicked his heels in the grass. “She was wrong,” he said. “You’re not weak. You’re strong. You went to the hospital and let the doctor fix you and you didn’t even cry.” “I did cry,” I said, honest. “Okay,” he said. “But you still did it.” Elijah looked at me, all serious. “There’s something else,” he said slowly. “I think your dad is our daddy too.” The roll stopped in my mouth. I swallowed hard and then stared at Petal’s button eye because it felt easier than staring at Elijah.