Novel & Cerita My Father Is The Hero

That year proved to be the worst for him too. Uncle Philip had such a bubbly personality. He used to light the room with his smile. My father used to say that he was naïve and too innocent for his own good. He died because he tried to save my mama. He was my hero when he was alive, he became a superhero for me afterward. His death hurt not just because he left us; but because till the last moment, he was selfless. Since then I wanted to become like him.

Mike POV: “I know you two were going to pay me visit someday” That person said in his deep voice while I went stiff in my place upon hearing a familiar voice “papa” I and Erica both whispered in unison, even after all these years I cannot forget his voice, my father was my role model, My Idol, I used to look up to my father and used to promise myself to become as humble as he was after growing up, he was my hero my protector and I loved him just the way I loved my mother but he.. he completely destroyed our small happy family for his sick.. Revenge on my mother and her friends.

"ENOUGH, Karma I need you to open up a portal and send us to the battlefield, you will be fighting alongside us" I do as Father says, open up a portal and we all step through it. Now that we're standing on the battlefield, I see him taking down our men one by one with ease. He is known by the heroes as The Guardian, he's been around about the same time as my father. The Guardian is the strongest hero they have, I almost put him out of commission about a year ago. I'm surprised he's back so soon. "Karma, I trust you know what to do," My father says to me, I disappear and reappear behind The Guardian.

“I mean, Gould is not bad but Standford… now that’s something.” My mouth hung open, reaching for my practiced lie. “Oh uh…my father is sick, terminally…I wanted to be close to him.” My voice dipped sympathetically. Her face turned pale immediately. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. It must be so hard for you.” “Yeah, my dad is my hero. My childhood is full of fun memories of him.” I let out a genuine chuckle. “Yeah, I totally get it. I mean I’m a grown woman and my Dad is still my hero.”

asked the father with a gentle but authoritative intonation, Alessia nodded slowly. "Good girl, then from now on Dad wants you to be with Dad and help Dad fight those bad people, like a super hero that you like, right?" when Alessia heard the word super hero she think that she and her father could fight the justice for her aunt so she smile widely then nodded again innocently without understanding what would happen next.

They were afraid to lose me. "I am so sorry, Mom." Then I hugged Dad. "I am so sorry, Dad. I thought you were the villain. But now I can say, dads, are always the heroes in the eyes of their daughters. You are my hero." Dad patted my back. "To fulfill Marco's wish, I made you join the mafia. He wanted you to be the most powerful gang leader in the world."

I hugged my dad and thanked him. “ Dad, this is it, all your hard works are paid off” I smiled brought a medal. “ This medal doesn’t deserve a guy like me, these medals belong to the right man,” I said as I slowly put the medal on my father’s neck “ Medals correspond to everyone’s achievements, but for me, these medals correspond to my hero and my saviour. Everyone will leave me shortly but I know that you will stay on my side, you will never leave me, you will always support me.

"Amara needs to know the truth, Sophie. She deserves to know that I'm her father, not just some stranger." “What is going on, mom?” Amara asked again, tightening her grip on my hand, “Is he our dad? Have..have you been lying to us, mom?” My heart ached as I met Amara's gaze, her innocent eyes searching mine for answers. I couldn't deny her the truth any longer, but explaining the complexities of our situation to her was a daunting task. I took a deep breath and spoke honestly yet gently, "Amara, sweetheart, M..Mr. Hero is right. He is your father, and we are working through some grown-up issues. We both love you very much, and we'll always be here for you." I smiled, hoping she would let it

Gage Bloodshed. Death. Destruction. This was my family's legacy and nothing I want to have anything to do with. Try telling that to my father, the patriarch; formidable and considered one of the most dangerous men in America. I used to adore him when I was a kid, following him around as if he were a rock star, my hero. Then I found out the truth.

"Oh, how he would talk about you a lot. His little angel." I smiled as I remembered my father. That was exactly who he was. He was always calling me his little angel. Dad was the nicest and kindest man I've ever known. He had a great personality and he was fun. I looked up to him as my hero then and even though he was dead, he was still my hero.