My Dad Is Too Strong Mga Nobela at Kwento

A fond look is present in his eyes. "I would love to." Unable to contain my happiness, I wrap my arms around him, squeezing tightly. "Be careful, kid. You might break your dad." He chuckles while placing a kiss on my head, "Your dad is not as strong as he used to be." "No, my dad is the strongest man in this whole world." Shaking my head stubbornly, I tighten my hold, which makes him laugh loudly. *************************************************************** Even if I want, I can't wipe the smile off my face.

Eli shakes his head violently. “No. I’m not a piece on your chessboard. I’m not something you hide away when things get dangerous.” Damian storms a hand through his hair, frustration radiating off him like heat. “Eli, you don’t understand—my father doesn’t negotiate. He hunts. He destroys. He breaks people to see what shape they take when he’s done.” “So let me stand with you,” Eli says fiercely. Damian grabs Eli by the waist, pulling him close again.

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

he bellowed from across the clearing. We shuffled over to them slowly, preparing ourselves for the tongue lashing. My dad was a very strict man. That’s how grandpa raised him. And that’s how he’s kept the pack safe for so many years. He was a tall man with big broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was a dark sandy blonde, like mine and my sister’s. I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad without a big bushy beard. *Oh shit we are in so much trouble*

The next time that happened she might not be able to. "That would have to be my mum. My dad used to be in the military and he got called out year after year. We didn't really worry about it we always thought he come back. Untill the one year he didn't and my mum was the strongest person I knew. That's when I really find out how strong she already was. She would tell me the moment that I had a mood or felt sad. "you're acting just like your father!" I would get angry and lash out when she said that. And then she would just reply "So you should be really really proud because he really really loved you. He was a great man and you're turning right into a man just like him." Canagan couldn't he

he bellowed from across the clearing. We shuffled over to them slowly, preparing ourselves for the tongue lashing we were about to get. My dad was a very strict man. That’s how Grandpa raised him. And that’s how he’s kept the pack safe for so many years. He was a tall man with big broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was a dark sandy blonde, like mine and my sister’s. I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad without a big bushy beard. Smith’s worried voice filled my head as we neared them,

He chuckled silently, his chest vibrating as he loosened his grip on me. "This is really the guy, then?" "I love him," I said bluntly and with enough force to draw Dad's attention away from the fight. He stared at me, searching my eyes for understanding. "I know," he replied, his voice soft and calm against the sounds of Troy and Rowan fighting in the background of what could have been a sweet father-daughter moment. I turned away from Dad to glare at the two idiots behind me, losing my patience. "We get it, you're very strong and manly!" I snapped.

He asks and I look at him without showing any emotions. “One million,” I say, and he shakes his head. “That won’t last one month. I want more,” he says and I slam both my hands on the table, making him jump. My dad might be tall and have a big build, but I am bigger than him and definitely stronger, not to mention I know how to knock someone down.

My dad looks at me with his head cocked. “Yes?” Can I really tell my dad without him getting upset? I’m set to take over this pack and I know strength is a major part of that. What if my dad feels that Cory isn’t strong enough to be by my side while I run the pack? I don’t think I could take that from him.

He is smoking his black cigar while offering me a drink that I of course refused. " Did you enjoy it?" Dad's not so cool question slapped on my face. I kept quiet, staring at the exotic painting on the wall. " I'm talking to you insolent brat! Do you take me for a fool!" Dad punched his table aggressively causing the things to crumble on the floor including the wine glass. " You are not a fool. You my dad and yes I enjoyed making those vampires fear the power of werewolves!" I made my answer sound like perfecto unfortunately dad saw through my petty tricks. He got up , his eyes darkened as he fought the urge not to kill me. The only man I fear is my dad , he is insanely super powered enough