Novel & Cerita My Dad Is Too Strong

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

Mom said to try to smooth things over. Dad and I were too much alike for us to really patch things up. Instead, he just turned around and walked out as I turned and walked to my bed. I heard the bedroom door shut and lock behind them. “You are your dad seem to agree on things often…” Dax said sarcastically. “We are the same people basically and butt heads often. He has a traditional view on things and believes he needs to be around to protect my mother. Which is crazy because she is the most powerful person on this planet.” rolling my eyes, I got into bed.

To be honest, it was because I sensed something that made me place eyes all over the United States to figure out what was behind everything but after realizing that something in the United States can never make Adonis hide anything I decided to extend my informants to the world but still I can't find any clue which was really making me angry, dissatisfied and feeling as if I wasn't good enough. "Dad, to be honest with you, I don't even know what they are hiding, not to even mention if it's dangerous or not, but judging by Adonis's fearlessness even in the face of death suddenly being cautious, we can use it to know that it's very dangerous," I said and after a moment of silence, he sighed. "

the man continued with his calm and rich voice. "Dada stwong(strong), Theo stwong. Theo no mom, onwy dada" the boy exclaimed innocently but gave the audience an eerie feel as they all quited "Yes buddy, Theo is very strong" his father answered with a fond and calm smile. "Theo no wabwab mommy. Dada get mama Bee wiee(wife). Dada wabwab(love) mama Bee, make baby" Theo blurted out unceremoniously.

someone puked pink on a page and then glued me under it. My dad might be gay. “Aw, look at her little tutu!” I smack my forehead. “Dad! Stop it with the weakness!" “Oh isn't she adorable!” Someone kill me. Please. I sit down with my dad. He stoically sips hot chocolate. I eye the chancla in the corner. I wouldn't put it past him. He's loving—but I didn’t thrive and steal and technically kill without my permit by accident. “You are a natural born leader,” he starts.

His face withdrawn and broken and go to sit down next to him. I don’t speak, but I figure just being here for him is enough, “Your mom… She’s just going through a lot.” He tells me, and my eyes look up to meet his. “I know, dad.” I tell him and his lips tighten as he gives me a curt nod. “I know. It’s just. You shouldn’t have had to see her like that… She wouldn’t have wanted you to see her like that.” He tells me, and I nod again. “I don’t think any less of her. She’ still one of the strongest people I know. Anyone who could think differently is just stupid. She may not be able to fight like a warrior, but her minds always been strong.” I tell him.

Like a tidal wave, they wash me away with their potency, and I am unable to cling to anything but him. Tomorrow, I get to see him again. All that strength I used to leave will crumble under one stare from him. I know it, and I don’t care. I miss my daddy, fuck what anyone else thinks. Including you, Xavier. Your dad does it better anyway.

The most people I detest are those with weak emotion, I had grew up in a surrounding where you got to be strong to stand above others, right from kids, I received the hard training from my dad, i was his only child so he wanted me to be very strong so I can control his empire even when I'm a girl. My past isn't a pleasant one, I don't feel like brooding over it, those years when my cries had no effect!! Crying and shedding tears was made to seek help and mercy but dad taught me a different thing.. When you cry, you become weak, people look down on you, their fear or respect for you is washed away.. I took a deep sigh before walking away to meet Adrian, Xavier's son, his father is also a very

Instead I leaned against it, pressing my ear against it just in time to hear 'Serious mum' begin to speak. "You're to soft on him." "Well you're too tough on him." My father argued. "Seriously? Sparring again? I thought we talked about that." Oh no, dad sounded mad. Dad never gets mad. "He needs to be trained. He needs to be strong." "What he needs to be is a kid." There was a pause. "Well that's not a luxury we can afford, we're in the midst of a war." "A war that we have under control!"

But another one comes, and this is the worst one. ~~~~ That night, I'm older now, maybe ten. And my father is weak and dying. He’s lying on the bed, his breathing shallow. “Holly…” he calls softly. I rush to him, grabbing his hand. “Dad… don’t leave me… please…” He smiles faintly, his fingers brushing my hair. “I’m not afraid,” he whispers. “Do you know why?” I shake my head, sobbing. “Because you’re strong,” he says gently. “Stronger than all of them.”