My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

I would never hand you over to anyone,’ he says. ‘Does mum know about this?’ I ask. ‘No, I’m going to tell her everything tomorrow. And everything else you need to know. I’m going to return the money in the morning, then we can let mum know. Over my dead body. I would never let him have you!’ He says. I nod. ‘Zuri-bear?’ Dad says. ‘Yes, Dad?’ I answer. ‘No matter what happens, don’t let any man fool you or use you. Men are the worst, most brutal species to exist. They’re nothing but heartless, monstrous beasts.

I smiled. “ If you don't realize who brought up Kasper, you better think again. Kasper is far stronger than you think and he wouldn't back down even if I told him to,” dad was confident. “ I'll be taking my leave, then. We'll meet again soon enough,” I got up and left. I was about to scatter everything in my path but I wouldn't let father see me that way. I wouldn't let him think he has the upper hand. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Being weak was not an option for me. Not now. Not ever. After we were done, I wiped my face and saw my dad looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. “You're stronger than I thought." I scoffed. "Thank you very much." A smile tugged on his lips, but before he could say anything else, a low mutter filled the air. I got stiff. Even though the words weren't meant for me, I could still hear them. “ The pack will fall if there is no male heir.”

"Of course, I am still maintaining my strongest strength, but deep inside I feel emptiness and inadequate robustness. Only a trusted person knows this because, as an Alpha, I need to protect my weakness. If not, then the unfavorable opponent would gladly target it." "Of course, this will stay a secret. Now, what happened next?" "Fast forward, dad’s team won, and I found that man lying on the ground with full blood caused by my dad. He did not just show him that he was more deserving of mom’s love and care, but also avenged me. The way he threw me triggered dad, which caused him to fight hardly." "So, you and your dad still got your mom back during that time, right?"

"You're the heir of the Chicago Outfit, and here you are spilling tears because your mother fell down the stairs. You wanna cry like a little pussy, Vincenzo? Cry behind closed damn doors, not here!" I tried to take a step back but Dad didn't let me. "Listen closely," he continued with an air of authority, his voice devoid of any warmth. "In our world, strength is respected, weakness is exploited. You can't afford to break down like this. The Outfit doesn't wait for tears; it demands action." I swallowed hard, mustering the strength to stare right back into his cold eyes. Wiping away the tears and drying my cheeks, I let the residue of vulnerability dissipate, determined to portray the resil

My father wheeled himself in, silver-haired, sharp blue eyes like mine studying me despite the terminal illness eating away at him. “Dad, you should be resting.” “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” His voice was rough but determined. “So I’d rather spend my time being useful.” Diana glanced between us. “Robert, are you sure...” “Don’t coddle me.” He wheeled closer, gesturing to the destroyed bag. “Get another bag. Stop teaching her like she’s a normal wolf.” Diana’s jaw tightened. “I’m teaching her fundamentals...” “You’re teaching her fear,” Dad interrupted. “She’s terrified of her own strength. That’s why she can’t control it.”

Then I need to learn to fix myself. At Steve’s words, Dad looks up. I get it. It’s a little shocking, which it really shouldn’t be. I just think it’s not something someone expects to hear, but I’m proud of him when he smiles and says, “That would be great. I’d love to meet them. I feel bad that I haven’t gone next door and introduced myself yet. I’ve seen them come and go. ” That’s the Dad I remember. The one who was strong and who always did what was right. But he doesn’t seem as strong now, and I hate that. I need my old dad back.

Max suddenly said making me pinch his thigh, he gasped and hissed in pain as I pinched his thigh harder. "Don't leave me alone." My eyes meet his eyes to transfer the message. "I can't! I have to go." He sent me a look like this and cocked his head toward the door. "Are you guys doing telepathy or what?" My father boomed. "No sir!" Max said sternly, as he stood up straight. I chuckled silently. My dad was in the military force back in the 90s, he has held an aura of military and of course, that will make everyone afraid of him, except my mom who fell in love with his intelligence and body, mostly his body. But she loves him just like he loves her.

I could feel him nearby, like a shadow pretending it wasn’t attached to us. “You think he believes this will last?” I asked. Fia followed my gaze. “Lucian?” “Yeah.” She smiled faintly. “No. But he’ll make it last anyway.” That sounded right. I watched Dad laugh at something Mom whispered, his shoulders finally relaxed. He didn’t look like a king right then. He looked like someone who’d almost lost everything and was holding on with both hands. “I used to think being strong meant not breaking,” I said. Fia tilted her head. “What do you think now?”

I was tired of saying the same thing over and over again. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and let out a sigh. “I’m calling your father, Jayden. Whatever’s going on with you… I can’t be a part of it. Not anymore.” That seemed to blow his rage sky high but his feet remained planted to the ground. “I’m not a fucking child!” His voice cracked at the end. “I don’t need you calling him. I can do whatever the hell I want.” Marcus raised a brow with a cool tone. “Does that include harassing people?”