My Dad Is Too Strong Novels & Stories

"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.

My dad came to me , he sits at the edge of my bed. “ Hey son, I know it’s really hard to see someone we loved been taken away but we need to be strong for them to fight for them, you see son while I and your father got together, we had so many hurdles like this, your mom has been kidnapped several times and then I would always go worried as you are worried but I was strong for her then and it made it so easier finding her then. Listen if you want to fight for this woman you love , you have to be strong for her” my dad said.

Everyone always said she was fierce, and her aura was so powerful that she made people tremble just by being in the same room as her. But all I saw was a beautiful woman... If I may correct myself, two gorgeous women. "I did. Was he my real dad... like, I mean.... My real, real dad?" I asked, feeling a pang in my heart. He was so handsome and strong. How could someone like Santiago over power him? I have to find out what it was that made him have so much strength to over power my dad. Because from what I saw... my dad was one of the most powerful wolves in all of existence. Maybe I can find something in the book that can help me... I have to find out.

A bit far away from where eyes from our neighbors could reach. “Yeah.” “Super strength always comes almost immediately. Even before the claws so let’s check to see if you have super strength yet.” Dad lifted a dumbbell with two fingers and walked closer to me, handing it over to me expecting me to lift it the same way he did. Surprisingly, when I lifted it with two fingers, it felt light. “Yes!” Dad said. “Wait till I rub it in your mom’s face that you took after me and not her.” “What do you mean?”

We were nestled high above the ground, obscured from view by the thick cover of leaves. “Your dad is an arsehole.” “He just wants the best for me. He wants me to be a strong leader.” “If that was my dad, he would have ridden the Ferris wheel over and over again with me. He would have held my hand the whole time until I felt confident enough to let go and enjoy it. I’ll say it again. Your dad is an arsehole.”

The thought tightened my chest, and I resolved to call him the first chance I got. For now, I plastered a smile on my face and braced myself to re-enter the world I wished I could escape, if only for a little while longer. No, Dad was one strong man. I had never seen him sick in my entire life. He was the picture of resilience, the kind of strength that didn’t come from hours spent at the gym. Somehow, his vigor was effortless, natural, and I thanked God for that. The thought of him unwell was simply unimaginable.

"Get over here this instant, Elijah!" Dad yelled, pointing at me. In that instant, everyone in the vicinity turned to look toward Dad. Dad snapped, "You insolent brat! You think you're so independent now, huh? What's the big deal about spending some money on your family? You're probably really happy right now, all while Jacob got beaten up! How did I ever raise a son like you?"

I am happy that dad is not completely spellbound by my stepmother anymore. “Oh, God!” Dad groans as he sits on a bar table near the tiny bar counter. He is really weak now. It feels bizarre to see him like this. We often see our parents as superheroes who can never grow old or weak. Seeing him like this makes me realize I am a big girl too. I mean, I always knew. But I still feel odd. “Last night he told me… he wants to get back with you and I wanted to punch his face in front of all the guests.” Dad admits.

I turned on the shower as the cold water hit my skin, watching the blood disappear. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was my little temptress. I needed her so badly. I was told by my granddad that love makes you weak in this mafia-like, ruthless world. totally different from what my dad believed, but after he died, I was trained by my granddad before I could fully take over the mafia family. Now I understand what my dad meant when he said that love doesn't just bring weakness but also strength.

Dean gasps behind me, "You think I'm fucking playing? I'm not. And if you think you're stronger than me, you're wrong." "Fuck you," my dad lets out through the pain, but he tries to throw a punch at me. As if he's ever been in a fist fight. I duck and throw a punch to his stomach. "No! Aiden, stop," Dean begs behind me, "He's older, weaker and smaller than you. You could actually hurt him." "This is going to be quick," I say and throw my dad to the ground while he's still trying to catch his breath, "A lot quicker than I thought, actually."