Novel & Cerita My Dad Is Too Strong Chapter 1

" 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

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."

"Oohh...Dad...You are inside of me..." With no hesitation, my father commanded that I roll onto my stomach. Without a thought in my head, I did as he instructed. My father was now in complete control of me. I realized that there was nothing I could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. My father was behind me, lying on top of me. He felt much heavier than his thin frame implied. He felt strong and powerful to me at this moment. His knees powered my legs open as his dick slid down my ass crack, once again searching for my opening.

he said , wait that wasn't a good thing , it was clear I couldn't beat it what could I do . " Get the witches , NOW!!" he shouted to other wolfs and they ran off "dad what is it going to do to me "I asked confused my body still felt like shit " nothing hopefully , " he said and lifted my body form the ground , . " dad I can move ". I protested him crying me " don't you will need all the strength you have " he advised and cried me out

My father told me that my mother died when she gave birth to me. Sadly, I grew up without a mother. Dad didn't fail; he stood up like my father and mother. So even if I tripped once in school, I was able to overcome all of that. I don't want Papa to see that I'm weak; he says I'm his strength, so if I become weak, he will lose his strength too. That's why I keep getting stronger.

Chester’s POV “Dad ?” I called out in surprise as I recognized the powerful Beta Demon from the pictures my Mom secretly kept in her bed side drawer. “What are you doing here, son ?” he asked equally surprised. “It’s not your time yet !!” he exclaimed. “Wow ! You are so strong,” I admired my Dad’s arm biceps like a kid as I dashed towards him. “I totally want to be like you !! This is so cool,” I excitedly said.

Did he fight with Storm? No, I would have fucking felt that. "You’re so tall." Dad said. I winked at him, "I’m also really fucking strong and fast. Those alpha genes, right?" Dad started to cry, and I wasn’t sure what to do. "You’re here. Are you okay, princess?" Now I started to fucking cry. "I am, daddy. Can I hug you?" "You never have to ask that," Dad said, taking me into his big, strong arms.

Chester’s POV “Dad ?” I called out in surprise as I recognized the powerful Beta Demon from the pictures my Mom secretly kept in her bed side drawer. “What are you doing here, son ?” he asked equally surprised. “It’s not your time yet !!” he exclaimed. “Wow ! You are so strong,” I admired my Dad’s arm biceps like a kid as I dashed towards him. “I totally want to be like you !! This is so cool,” I excitedly said.

My mom knew what was coming so she went to beg my father, but with a single look, Conor understood and pulled my mother away. Dad was stronger, but I was willing to put up a fight with him, but I underestimated his strength. The next minute, I was flung across the other room. I mean, I broke through the walls to find myself outside of the council room. In a swift movement, my dad came before me, raising me up.