My Dad Is Too Strong Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He follows me down, covers the world around us with his shadow, and makes a promise I feel, not hear: Now that your dad is flying out, you’re done pretending. End of Chapter 5

Dad went down hard, clutching at his leg. Richard got up, smirking. He twirled the chucks around; he knew how to use them. He was hitting Dad in the legs and arms. "I thought you were tougher than that, Isaiah," Hit, Smack. "I thought your family was stronger than mine, boy." Hit, smack. Dad was bleeding from the head now. The whole family felt his hurt. Some of the bones in his face were broken from the nunchucks. This was bad, very bad. If he won, he would take over our pack and would probably ruin the land and the family. He would let every single rogue inside the territory, and it would be ruined. I mind-linked Dad just as Mom was mind-linking him. We all heard it, "Baby get up. Don't le

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

I had a simple plan, This is the story of how my simple plan to become just as strong and as tough as the boys so I could take over as alpha for my aging father was destroyed by one little detail… my father demanded I find my mate. Well, I found him… he’s unlike every alpha blood I’ve seen. All he does is throw terrible pick up lines my way and even worse jokes. My father is going to kill him when he finds out!

I have to be strong for my family. “Don’t you dare mention her in my presence, do you understand me? I’m not the one who was weak and abandoned her family,” he spits. I look at him in disgust, “She didn’t abandon us, she died! She didn’t ask to die! Or maybe she died just to get away from you,” I say without thinking. The words are out before I can stop them, and dad is leaping onto the porch and wrapping his arm around my throat, applying pressure until my head starts to feel dizzy.

The words hit harder than the first. “He wouldn’t have let that happen,” Eli continued, voice wavering. “He would’ve stopped him. He always stopped things.” I folded my hands together and rested them on the desk. “Tell me about him.” Eli looked up, surprised. “Really?” I nodded. “Really.” His face changed instantly. The sadness didn’t disappear, but it made room for something brighter. Warmer. “My dad was strong,” he said eagerly. “Like, really strong. Stronger than everyone.”

" and I was the reason you were born" " what the hell was that dad? Haha" " In case you forgot haha" Oh God, thank you for giving me this kind of parent. END OF CHAPTER 40

I turned on the shower as the cold water hit my skin, watching the blood disappear. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was my little temptress. I needed her so badly. I was told by my granddad that love makes you weak in this mafia-like, ruthless world. totally different from what my dad believed, but after he died, I was trained by my granddad before I could fully take over the mafia family. Now I understand what my dad meant when he said that love doesn't just bring weakness but also strength.

My chest tightens looking at the medicine posters I had on the wall and how I managed to blow up the one thing I always wanted because I was too cheap to move to a safer neighborhood. My legs feel weak and I fall limp on the bed, the springs squeaking. My phone stares at me dark. No missed calls, no text. Not even from Holden. Who am I kidding? He probably hates me. I turn it on ready to call him and scream how bad he hurt me but Dad enters. “I heard my favorite girl is here.” I stand and he pulls me in his arms. He smells of steamed corn and sweat. His blue shirt has stains of mud on it. He places a soft kiss on my forehead, his eyes trailing over my face.

Dean gasps behind me, "You think I'm fucking playing? I'm not. And if you think you're stronger than me, you're wrong." "Fuck you," my dad lets out through the pain, but he tries to throw a punch at me. As if he's ever been in a fist fight. I duck and throw a punch to his stomach. "No! Aiden, stop," Dean begs behind me, "He's older, weaker and smaller than you. You could actually hurt him." "This is going to be quick," I say and throw my dad to the ground while he's still trying to catch his breath, "A lot quicker than I thought, actually."