My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

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.

We will be back from our mission shortly, and then we can all celebrate together. The gentle, caring voices of mom Harley and dad Ben contrasted sharply with the playful teasing of my dad. ‘Yeah, Mom, Dad, you always brag about how strong your son is. But come on—if he can’t even handle a little labor drama without turning into a puddle, what hope do we have?’

Someone much more powerful and dangerous. "Who are you?" Dad asked, dropping his gun as he took a cautious step back. I noticed his claws slowly pushing their way through his skin, emerging from the crevices of his gums. He was on the verge of shifting. "Don't even think about shifting, buddy. These bullets," he sneered, a smile spreading across his face, "Are crafted from pure silver. And my aim never falters, especially when I'm targeting the heart." Dad stood there, his senses heightened.

"You sure are a possessive asshole; maybe you need to lay off the testosterone." I laugh loudly; it's always been an inside joke that I take supplements to help boost my size since I'm much larger than my cousins, but come on, my dad is the God of war; it's kind of in his job title to be the biggest baddest God of them all, and I can't help it if I take after my father and have to live up to his expectations.

The stabbing of it in my back actually seemed to make me feel better. I felt like I needed to cry, to let out the tension of everything I had lost, but there was nothing. For so many years, it had been drilled into me that I couldn’t show any weakness at all and I wasn’t capable of doing it anymore. My dad tried to make me the stronger man, but he was so wrong. He had destroyed every bit of strength in me and left Jackson being the strong one. Dad had needed me to be strong to keep the power, but I had no power at all. If he could see me laid there, he would have been ashamed of me and that just added to the pain of everything. That young boy praying for his mother had never really gone anyw

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.

Mitchell said with pride as she mimicked her dad when he put his chest forward and his hands on his waist. The old man laughed heartily, she was his sweet daughter and he would not want her to be in a dangerous situation. He surely wants a strong daughter but it would be preferable if she stays with a stronger man, someone who would be her hero just like him, but Mitchell is so stubborn and she would not listen to him. “Even if I grow old, I will still be strong,” he told her but she nodded her head weakly. “No Daddy, you won't be as strong as before, can't you see Grandpa Su, he can't even stand straight, ” she argued pointing out things.

“You’re not, Airk. Even now, we’re taught that being strong means physical strength or dominance. And it’s not. Real strength is shown in someone's character and their ability to persevere. To come out of something horrible and not be changed. To still see the good in people, even if you’ve seen the worst in them. You’ve come so far, Airk, and I get that these rituals Alpha Jonas was talking about can be scary, but I think you’ll be able to handle them. If you choose to, of course.” “Thank you, dad.” I said, my eyes filled with tears. Dad had gone through a lot, and to call me a better person than him was saying a lot, since he was one of the best people I knew. Dad gave me a hug and then ki

I was sobbing so hard my head started throbbing. I palmed my pounding headache. "You need to take it easy angel." "My dad.It's because of me he is in this condition." "Are you done with your pity party? Now listen to me carefully. Your dad is a fighter Talia.He is going to make it hon.We all have to be strong." My mother's voice cracked.What am I doing?I have to be strong for my family.I hugged my mother.She needs me,Us.I'm glad I have Etienne by my side.

And for the first time, I realized how hard that was for him. Parents spend their lives protecting their children. Then one day they can't. And all they can do is stand beside them. "I know, Dad." He nodded. "But I can remind you of something." "What?" He smiled. "You're stronger than you think." For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he pulled me into a hug. The kind fathers give. Quick. Strong. Full of love. When he stepped back, he pointed at me. "And if this Jack guy turns out to be an idiot, call me."