My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

He gave me a bottle of water so I take it from him before sitting down beside me. "How's the farm dad?" I asked after drinking the water. "So far it's good," he said and looked around to the whole flowers. I stared at dad. I am still wondering if he's still hurt about how his company got bankrupt after building it in so many years. He looks okay though...but what if he's just hiding his sadness? What if he's just trying to make himself okay but really not okay? I know my dad. He's very strong and responsible man. I've never seen him breaking down or crying for something. He always looks authoritative while mom is soft and easily shaken. That's why dad is really a father's figure. He is the s

"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

I froze, my eyes taking him in and my heart thumping so loudly in my chest, I thought I would die. “Roric.” Dad jerked up. “What are you doing—” “Don't.” It was just one word from him, but it was enough for my father to stop breathing. I watched his chest freeze mid-rise. His hand gripped the leather hand as his face turned pale. I always thought my dad was the strongest man in the entire world. He had never been intimidated before, and always made me feel safe, but right now, I knew whoever this man was, he was likely the devil if he made my dad look like he might piss his pants.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

“Please?” He laughs softly, but his expression hardens the next second. “My father. He was a hard man.” Adrian touches his chest, subconsciously, his gaze drifting off. “He thought I was too weak as a child and that he needed to make me strong, so I wouldn’t fail him.” His mouth presses into a thin line as a dark shadow passes over his face. “And when I grew stronger, it wasn’t enough. I had to be the strongest. He had ways to test me, some of which were…experimental.”

I loosened myself from him. "How then did you fight for yourself? By your voice?" He gestured. "Is there," I shrugged. "I don't understand this dad." "Have you ever tried to defend yourself from that guy whenever he attacked you?" He rubbed his beard as he folded an arm around his stomach. "I don't think so, he is stronger." I squinted my eyes at him, trying to reason what these are all about. "Exactly my point. You need to be stronger too my love. Do not think because he is a guy, then he should be stronger than you." Dad said with so much energy.

"Am not playing smart with you. What the fuck you want you to hear, am gay and I have a boyfriend who is seven years older than me, is that what you want to hear, there you have it!" With a sudden push, I found myself stumbling over the sofa and a vicious laugh reached my ears and I looked up to find my dad standing over me, his eyes had become darker, it was like I was staring at one else who wasn't my dad. "No son of mine will become a faggot when am still alive" I gasped. To be continued...!

My father told me that my mother died when she gave birth to me. Sadly, I grew up without a mother. Dad didn't fail; he stood up like my father and mother. So even if I tripped once in school, I was able to overcome all of that. I don't want Papa to see that I'm weak; he says I'm his strength, so if I become weak, he will lose his strength too. That's why I keep getting stronger.

I don't know. But my title meant a lot to me and dad was powerful. So powerful I was afraid to go against his orders. I know it's ridiculous right? Big bad me afraid of my father. It's just that I've seen him in action, he may be fifty-two but he was still as strong as ever. Only my mom could tame him and his pups. But once we messed up he's going to let us know. Did I mess up though? I don't know and I don't care.