My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

Her hands shook like leaves in the wind. “Be strong, Gia,” I whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You gotta be strong for him.” Dad stood stiff, almost like a statue. I’d never seen him cry, not even when he had been badly injured. Not now. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard. But I could feel him holding everything in. He was the boss. He couldn’t let anyone see weakness. Caleb was his son, his flesh and blood, and Uncle Sam, his brother, but Dad never let himself break down.

“We’ll have to get you checked by the doctor, and make you a strong man, because a strong man can do anything. Do you know how to be a strong man?” “Dad says I have to lift heavy bags.” “Dad? I wonder where he is,” Bowman had not registered that Dion might be the dad to those two boys. “He’s right here,” answered the boy. “Dave, here’s your plate,” Dion interrupted as he passed on the plate. Dave received.

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.”

He looked at me sternly, his eyes constricting as he emphasised the importance of the meeting. I sat down, nodding my head and gazing back at him as he spoke with bravery like a lion who was ready to defend its pride. His eyes burned with determination and his voice unwavering and firm. My dad was a strong warrior, though his brother had the supernatural powers that made my skin crawl. My dad wasn't afraid of anything and could stare at danger and face it head-on. This was one thing I admired about him, amongst many others. He's one of the greatest alpha I've known, and I would love to follow his footsteps. To be courageous and strong, but I wished inwardly that I would end the killing of hu

I wince my face in pain as they pull me back and forth like there were playing tug of wars. "Ahh!...." I scream out as dad took me away from mom. Dad was much stronger than mom, he was an alpha after all. "Please don't do this to me, I beg you," Luna Lila cry to dad. As dad pulls me to the door to throw me out of his home. I wanted to fight away from dad, but it was hopeless doing so; he was too strong. All I could do is cry and allow him to do whatever he wanted to do to me.

"When we first met, she challenged me to a duel. Said she wouldn't accept me as her mate unless I proved I was strong enough." I laughed. "What happened?" "I won," my father said. "Barely. She fought like a warrior. Nearly had me pinned twice." "I wish I could have known her better," I said. My mother died when I was young. I barely remembered her. "She would have loved seeing who you've become," my father said. "I would have been so proud of your strength. Your resilience." "I don't always feel strong," I admitted. "Strength isn't about never feeling weak," my father said. "It's about getting back up every time you fall. And you've done that. Over and over."

I hugged both of them, holding Jason for longer and telling him I was going to get him a special rock on my way back from summer camp. My father placed his hand on my shoulder when I got to him and sighed. "Honey, I want you to know that you can do absolutely anything you set your mind to. Your strength comes from inside of you so never for once think that you are incapable of anything. Anything at all. Get that?" I nodded. Another wave hit again and this time, it had me spasming. But I surprisingly controlled it and smiled at my Dad before leaving with Damon. "You ready?" He asked when we finally settled into the car and I nodded.

I'm just worried about you Me: I'm fine dad Dad: I want you to look your best, I want to find my daughter, the one who was bubbly and happy Me: let me, mom and you, do the things on my own and you will see that I will be your daughter again Dad: you still have to be careful Me: the disease is gone daddy I'm better He put his hand on mine then squeezes it tight Dad: I don't know if I'll have the strength to live if I lose you.