Novel & Cerita My Dad Is Too Strong

I muttered in a low voice with a confused countenance. Fred heaved a sigh and continued staring at me. “ I'm aware,Andrea. I know my father forced you. I have never really trusted him. He uses women to his own satisfaction. That is what he always does. You should stay away from him” Fred said in a calm tone. Wait! Fred just found out about me and Diego and he is so calm?! He wasn't mad? His tone was just…,I don't know, regular? Perhaps,his mom told him. I already suspected she would after seeing me in Diego's penthouse.

"No, Dad. You're wrong. Love is strength. And I was too broken to see it." "Jaxon, what are you talking about? You're being emotional and irrational." "I'm done. Done with your lessons about strength and weakness. Done with treating people like assets. Done with being the man you raised me to be." "You're making a mistake." "The only mistake I made was listening to you in the first place. Goodbye, Dad." I hung up. I was done with Dante Romano. Done with his cruelty. His coldness. His twisted version of strength.

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.

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.

Kenneth Domanco 18 years ago.. "Jump Nic! Crawl! Jump!" My dad shouted. Ordinary kid when they're 12 years old, they're having fun playing and eating.. basicly enjoying life but I was never like that. When I turn 11, my dad trained me to be a strong kid. I might be the heir of the most richest and successful billionare but I have a hard childhood. My dad trained their kids to be a really strong people. For what? I don't know at that time.