My Dad Is Too Strong Mga Nobela at Kwento

I loosened myself from him. "How then did you fight for yourself? By your voice?" He gestured. "Is there," I shrugged. "I don't understand this dad." "Have you ever tried to defend yourself from that guy whenever he attacked you?" He rubbed his beard as he folded an arm around his stomach. "I don't think so, he is stronger." I squinted my eyes at him, trying to reason what these are all about. "Exactly my point. You need to be stronger too my love. Do not think because he is a guy, then he should be stronger than you." Dad said with so much energy.

Why am I feeling so possessive over her? “Do you think Andrea will accept you back? I mean you suddenly dumped her.” I asked with uncertainty. “Andrea is quite a good girl, I won't give up until I get her back” He said confidently. I pressed my lips tightly, she should be a good girl only for me! “Well, try your luck son. Get back to me on your decision” I managed to say. “Sure Dad,” He responded. “Don't leave the company hanging for too long,” I reminded him. Our company was still important.

If my dad was so weak, why did he not take him on alone? I didn't want to hear another lie spew out of his cursed lips but there was nothing I could do to stop him. "I am not interested in your lies," I said, praying that that would make him stop, but it did not. "I assure you, this is nothing but the truth, an insect like you is not worth lying to. When I met your dad, like you, I thought he was mighty but in his final moments, I realized just how weak and cowardly he was as he shamelessly begged for his life," he roared with laughter.

And I remembered my father. Not as the cold figure the world saw, but as the man who stood behind me at the edge of the training field, hand on my shoulder, whispering, "The moment you let them believe you're soft, you're done for. And that is why you must always be strong…" Flashback: “But Daddy, what if I don't want to be strong? What if I just want to be a girl, a normal girl?” I asked innocently as I looked at him.

It was like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I clenched my fists, wishing there was something I could do. Emilio was holding his own, but I could see he was getting tired. Sweat dripped down his face, and his breaths were coming faster. My dad, on the other hand, barely looked tired at all. He was so strong, so sure of himself. “Give up, boy,” my dad said, his voice like thunder. “You can’t win.” “Never,” Emilio spat back, his voice defiant. He lunged again, but this time, my dad caught his arm and twisted it. Emilio cried out in pain, and I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

I am the one who is hurt by what I see now with dad. I have a lot of problems. ‘Dad, just fight. You are my only strength now. ' Just praying at this moment.

Dad wrapped his arms around my shoulder and cuddle me to his chest. "Sylvia I know how it feels leaving everything you've walked so hard to build up and especially the loosing the person's gat matters most in your life, but situations makes one to be stronger, that's why you don't realize how strong you can get until being strong becomes the only choice." Dad admonished

“Lies! Maybe if I tickle you, it will stop you from growing!” Screaming, I wiggled with all my might, but there was nothing I could do. My dad was the strongest. He was our Alpha. Our pack leader. Everyone looked up to him, not just me and Brother. Even after Mother died, Dad was always strong. No matter what. He finally let me down and I could take a breath. Chuckling, Dad rubbed my head before taking off his shoes and fluffing up his hair that had been combed back. Footsteps thundered above us before Brother flew down the stairs.

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.

someone puked pink on a page and then glued me under it. My dad might be gay. “Aw, look at her little tutu!” I smack my forehead. “Dad! Stop it with the weakness!" “Oh isn't she adorable!” Someone kill me. Please. I sit down with my dad. He stoically sips hot chocolate. I eye the chancla in the corner. I wouldn't put it past him. He's loving—but I didn’t thrive and steal and technically kill without my permit by accident. “You are a natural born leader,” he starts.