My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

But another one comes, and this is the worst one. ~~~~ That night, I'm older now, maybe ten. And my father is weak and dying. He’s lying on the bed, his breathing shallow. “Holly…” he calls softly. I rush to him, grabbing his hand. “Dad… don’t leave me… please…” He smiles faintly, his fingers brushing my hair. “I’m not afraid,” he whispers. “Do you know why?” I shake my head, sobbing. “Because you’re strong,” he says gently. “Stronger than all of them.”

this was getting interesting. "That was actually me practising how to win an argument," Dad let out a shaky laugh, scratching the back of his head, "It has been a long time since that incident, hasn't it?" "Not for me," Clara squinted her eyes at him, "You really were trying to act tough then, weren't you?" "Not really. I was... ah, hurt!" It was a sure case that he was trying to act tough on her, and perhaps his source of information was Google— I vaguely remember him seeking relationship advice from bots.

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

my voice was croaked, I sounded terribly pitiable and I despised it. “You are not weak Tiffany, you are very strong, and I don't pity you, I'm afraid of how powerful you would be, I'm scared of how strong you are, hoping you won't harm yourself and the people around you,” Dad says, I shook my head. He was trying to console me by saying those hopeless words. Me strong? I can't even cast a spell, how sarcastic is Dad's word? “I don't think I'll come down for dinner,” I tell Dad.

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.

Before l could say something more, she went on to say; Dad is in his forties Ash but he doesn't have a child of his own. This definitely hurts his pride as a man. The very reason l couldn't stand shameless mum. The poor must have been through a tough time when he discovered the truth.Now l came to think of it..... She paused for few seconds and resumed talking.....

Putting a bright smile on my face, I knocked the door to my dad's room. "Hey dad, how are you feeling today?" I asked my father "I feel like a truck ran me over but you know your father is a strong man" He said offering me a small smile. "I know dad. Do you think the doctor will be discharging anytime soon?" I asked "I don't know pumpkin, I'm feeling weaker day by day" he replied A sob escaped from me. I've always known my dad to be a strong man. I know raising me all by himself is not easy but he never showed any weakness in front of me.

Seemingly, he was used to seeing sons getting beaten by their father during training. “He is a born fighter.” My dad added. It was amusing to hear those words especially coming from my dad. None of my friends has told me that and I felt weak all the time. It was beyond my comprehension to have known my hidden strength was driven by adrenaline. I struck a smile at the thought of it.

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

Dad’s a respectable 5’9” with warm light brown hair, ocean blue eyes and light skin and he’s buff as all get out. “It’s just not fair. You’ve trained me since I was a pup, I could take on those dickheads any day. You know I can,” I say dejectedly. My dad is a warrior, and my mum is an aerobics instructor in the city. Fitness is basically ingrained in my DNA. “I do know that. I wish they could see how amazing you are,” he says, lifting my chin up. “They will one day. Now go, and remember to keep to the tree line,” he warns.