Novel & Cerita My Dad Is Too Strong

“I just want to watch my grandchildren grow and be with all of you until my last breath. That’s why I am so blessed that the Moon Goddess brought you back to me. Because you are the only proof that your mom and I love each other more than anything.” I bit my lower lip as I suppressed a tear from falling from my eyes. “Dad, don’t say that. You are still strong and young-looking.” I laughed at him but then my throat swelled. “That’s true.” dad’s eyes turned grave and then he took a bite of his egg pie. “And while I still have this strength in me, I will use every ounce of it to destroy Randalf and make sure he won’t hurt any of you again.”

He suddenly turned and then I saw the Warrior he had asked to stay earlier before him. "You asked me to.." The Warrior was cut short and my eyes widened when Dad wrapped his hands around his neck, pulling the Warrior up with ease, who gasped for breath. Most of our warriors were strong- in fact all. But dad was stronger and it seriously felt like the Warrior was choking on air. "Dad.." I tried to call but a protest growl left his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’ll take care of it. See you at home.” I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Dad. Of course. It’s almost too perfect. Mike, the tough guy who prides himself on his bravado, still answering to Daddy. I lean back further, smirking to myself. This night might turn out to be worth it after all.

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.