My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

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 want something with a hero who's a misfit. Someone everyone thinks is weak but turns out to be the strongest. Because... I think I'm like that." My throat tightened. Lila walked over, leaned against the shelf beside us. "I think you're stronger than most grown-ups I know," she said softly. Derrick beamed. "Even stronger than Rafael?" We both froze. I gave Lila a sideways glance, and she carefully sipped her coffee like she hadn't heard a damn thing. "Why do you ask?" I asked gently. He shrugged again, flipping through the pages. "Because in the story you told me, the dad was strong. But he didn't know how to handle stuff. And the mom was scared, but she tried. I think being scared and sti

My arms had gone numb like the strength had been ripped clean out of them with his words. How could my Dad, who's got bodyguards in the US, almost get hit? Who were these people after him? If they were a body, I think they're twice as strong as my father's. Malik's voice replayed in my head, stretching it out, savoring every syllable, as though each one was a knife he’d slid between my ribs. Your dad is an example of one of them.

"You okay?" I looked at him.b"I should be asking you that." "I'm fine." "Are you scared?" He thought about it. "No." "Why?" He swung his legs beneath the chair. "Because Dad is strong." I smiled. "And Mom?" "Mom is stronger." I laughed. "What about you?" He looked at me. Then he smiled. "I'm getting stronger."bI reached over and messed up his hair. "You're four." "I know." "You can't protect everyone."

dad: " love you too my baby girl.. " me: " dad you know... I saw handsome guy today.. while coming to home.. his blue eyes.. his first two buttons of his shirt was open.. he has strong body dad.. see yours this big tummy..." dad: " oh I got son in law.. tell me who is he.. what will he do.. when you..." I interrupted him... me(with angry): " DADDY... I just said I saw handsome guy.. but you are going too far... I won't love anyone.. because I want to love the one whom you choose for me.... I know my dad his best.. he always choose perfect guy for me... "

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.