Novel & Cerita My Father Is The Hero

“You used her, you turned an innocent little girl into a weapon for your vile acts.” “Please stop this,” I call out. Father's disappointed stare that he never reserves for me pins me and I shake my head in apology already, not knowing what wrong I've done. “I knew you would do something stupid but I hoped you'd find out a little too late.” he says, “You just had to be the hero my dear, huh? Even after I've told you never to be.” “You tried to kill him,” I swallow. Father has rules against me playing the hero because I could end up in this exact situation, but how the hell was I supposed to just stand there and let them kill the only man who has ever put me first?

To lose control means to show weakness. That's what my father taught me. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. My hand, which held the Vulcan bow, was veined with force. I can't be impulsive. I only have one chance. The second eye got bigger, too, and I saw my dying mother in it. She lay on the bed, holding my hand. As she wept, she said, “Nuri, you must remember, your father was a hero. From the day I met him, he was a man who put loyalty and honor before life. He's a great father, too. He's always been there for us. He loves us.”

Amy laughed when her dad made fun of himself after noticing ketchup and mustard decorating his shirt. Amy’s father had a talent for making her and her sister laugh. She thought about how her dad did a spot-on Snoop Dogg impersonation and had his daughters losing their stuff laughing. Growing up, Amy always saw her father as her hero. He had a tough but gentle persona. Most of his nurturing personality traits got passed on to Amy. She thought about how her father would wear his Nike cap backward and would sport his tattoos beneath his muscle shirts. She loved that her father’s favorite movie was Straight Outta Compton, and that she had to keep reminding her dad that the young man portraying I

I can not control my tears flowing again on my cheeks. "I'm so sorry baby. I ask your forgiveness for my father's wrong doing to you. You had experience hard time because of me and my family," Hero honestly apologized and embraced me tight, then held me face with his two palms. "So, Henzo is my son? I'm so happy baby. Thank you for telling me," Hero tenderly said. I nodded. "Ohh God! I already have a son!" Hero happily blasted out. "Why did you left the town?" Hero asked back to being serious.

Refusing saying, someone may need something at the last minute and we would be the ones to the rescue. “Well, there could have been.” Scolded my father, forever the optimist. My father was the sweetest man and loved me fiercely. I was the only child my parents were blessed with. My mother has always doted on me and my father has always been a superhero. Chasing away the dark skies, he was my protector. “Okay Pappa, it won’t happen again.” I promised and it wouldn’t if I could just figure out what is going on. This was very unlike me and I needed to pull my shit together.

Or at least, that’s what my mother used to say. But now, looking at him, I realized that reality wasn’t made of heroes. Heroes don’t point guns at their daughters. Heroes don’t make choices like this, impose destinies on their children without thinking of the consequences. The man before me, the man who claimed to be my father, wasn’t a hero. He was a mobster, disguised as a father. I remembered the few times my mother spoke about him, always with a sad look. She never told me the truth, and now I understood why.

I forced myself to focus on what my father was saying as he pointed at me and I stepped forward. He looked at his watch and a huge smile formed on his handsome face. My dad was always such a handsome man. When I was little, I asked him if he could find me a mate that was just like him. My father was kind and loving, but strong and very protective. He was my hero. I wanted a mate that was just like him.

Mr Lee smiled, "so, I see you drew your father in this portrait" little Jude nodded with a smile, "of course grandpa, first you are my hero, then daddy. You two are the best hero's ever" "and why do you call us your hero's?" Mr Lee lovingly asked his grandson. "well, because everyone is scared of grandpa and grandpa gives orders and everyone listens to what grandpa says... I want to be like you when I grow up...and oh, daddy is also my hero cause he protects mummy. I want to be just like daddy too, so I can protect mummy"

“I didn’t have a use for it until six months later when I pulled my squad out of a wadi after an IED flipped our Humvee. I thought you should know that your old man was my hero and he saved lives.” My throat closed and I managed to nod at him completely at a loss for words. I stared at the man in front of me, seeing not just a guard, but someone who had known a version of my father I hadn’t. And it was warming that the implication was a reflection of the image I had of him, a hero.

" I was to stun to speak, but he understood. " It Was a long time ago. My father and he fight together in the great war , when werewolfs and Dragons were enemies. My father got bid by a venomous Alpha wolf . Your grandfather, knowing that my dad had a pregnant wife back home and his own children were adults, he used or better to say transferred his power into my father to heal him. Left as a practically human being in a supernatural war he didn't last long. My father and his men tried to cover him as good as possible, but he got killed in the end. So if you ever need us, just call. I will do everything to help, its all I can do. Lorentzo Clarke is a hero to me, always was." After he told me