My Father Is The Hero Novels & Stories

My father grabbed the back of my neck and placed his forehead against mine. “I’m so proud of the young man who is standing before me right now. You, Jackson, are my son but so much more than even that. You’re an amazing mate and leader. You’ll make an honorable and resilient King who puts their people first no matter what. Just don’t forget that you have an entire army of friends and family to rely on because you’re not alone.” My father rarely cursed and rarely showed the depth of the emotion that he was showing to me right now.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

He heard his father shouts. Joshua was surprised to heard his father's loud voice. Because for him, his father is a kind of a man who will always say 'I love you.' That he is one of those fun parents who will spun hi around their arms until he gets dizzy. He always saw his father as his hero. But that day... he was seeing a mad monster on his father's expression. "Yeah. I'll kill him and that is the only way to solve everything. Mr.Hong, just trust me." the man said.

The love I have for this man who has always been there for me is overwhelming, and as he hugs me back, I know now that everything will be okay, as long as I have him by my side. “Daddy was my hero, and no one could ever replace him. But you’re my hero too,” I say as I sob. “You’ve been a father to me when my own couldn’t, and I hope it’s okay, but the only thing I want to call you from now on is Dad.” He hugs me tighter, and I can hear him softly crying. “I’d like that, daughter,” he says as he pulls back and wipes the tears from his eyes with a broad grin.

For a long moment, I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I had been numbed by my senses. With father stepping in to save me at the dying minute, was I supposed to break down into tears? Rush to embrace him and thank him for risking everything to save me? I did none of that as my body had been frozen. “I didn’t come here to be a hero.” Father sounded like he had read my mind. “I came to see my daughter one last time. I heard she was going to be executed for being a traitor.” He yelled, his eyes reddened in anger.

She offered a hand to pick me off the floor but I couldn't accept it. "My father...died because of me...!" I wailed out as I missed him so much. "Your father is a hero.." she muttered in my ear. I winked my eyes a bit as her words made me stop tearing up for some time. "My father is a hero..?" I pondered in my heart. I sighed madly and sit beside the wall to push my legs toward me. Each time..I give out huge sighs...

Arrgghhh ! But truth to be told seeing my father lying, useless, and unable to move broke me into pieces. I never wanted to see him this way. He may never be my hero like for other kids their father is. However, he neither was evil too. He just was...MY FATHER....with immense love for me but without the courage to express it. I hate him... I so fucking hate him.

Estella's father smiled, his eyes shining with tears, and he said, "I'm so glad that you are my daughter. Thank you, daughter, for accepting me into your life. I'm proud of you for being so brave and for never giving up. You have always been my little super hero, and I'm so happy that you are safe." Estella smiled back, feeling more loved and accepted than ever before. At that moment, Estella knew that she had a father who would always be there to love and protect her. Estella's father was a hero in her life, and she didn't regret the fact that it was her father.

“Welcome, welcome! So how’s your father?” ”He’ll be released tomorrow Uncle Eric and he’s doing great,” replied Hero as he returns the taller and slimmer man’s hearty and manly hug, “Mama is still running around him like a worried mother hen, though. The way she’s doing this, she might be the one who’ll need to be hospitalized just so she doesn’t have a heart attack due to excessive worrying over my father’s state, haha!”

And I, in a scared voice said, “So, are, are you planning to be a police or FBI or a hero or something like that.” Then in an angry face he stared at me and said, “Seriously, do you really believe police, FBI; a heeroo can even stand against people like our father? If they could, where were they all these time, why is our mom and grandparents dead? Hate to break it to you, but evil like our father resides beyond the reach of those losers.” Seeing him I got scared, though the fact was, he was younger than I am. But then he calmed down and said,