My Dad Is Too Strong Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

His face withdrawn and broken and go to sit down next to him.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

He said, getting straight to the point. "We don't know if they are allies and why us?" He asked as he casually placed a hand on my thighs making me inhale sharply at the contact. There was just something about his touch which made me feel what people call ‘butterflies’. It was weird considering I've never felt that before. "You're the first and I'm the second. We're technically the strongest. If we join hands, they wouldn't even think of coming after us." Dad said seriously, snapping me back from my thoughts.

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.

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!"

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.

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.”