Novel & Cerita My Dad Is Too Strong

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.”

Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.

I sincerely said and pulled away. Strangely, my Dad dropped his jaw slightly while my Mom burst into laughter. "Arisa Gail, didn't I tell you to behave?" Dad said disapprovingly, running his fingers through his jet black superman hairstyle. He could almost tear his shirt apart and fly up to the sky to save the day. Yeah, my Dad is geeky handsome and he was absolutely at the top of the hottest male geek in the world. I mean my Mom's world because she was the one who said that.

"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

"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.

When he put it that way, I did feel like I was strong, capable, and brave. “As for your physical strength...” he added. “What’s the use of training if not to strengthened you physically?” “Do you really not mind giving me the Alpha position?” I asked him to make sure. “Who else is more capable than my daughter? Even your brother only knows how to use his physical strength and guard the Alpha King without the need to use his brain,” Dad snorted in disgust but it made me laugh because I knew he was only joking and was actually proud of Ethan.

"I just need a few hours of something normal before I go back." He looked at me for a moment before the light changed. "Okay." We drove a little further before he spoke again. "She's stronger than she thinks she is, you know." "I know she is." My throat tightened. "That's kind of the problem. She's been strong for so long she forgot she's allowed to not be." Dad was quiet after that for a beat. "She's not the only one," he said, and the way he said it made me look at him. He was watching the road but there was something in his profile that was meant for me.