My Father Is The Hero Novels & Stories

I replied. “OK, I guess he was a superhero then,” he replied. ‘Yes, he's a hero. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't ever have had you, my sweety,’ I said in my thoughts. “Mommy was he not?” he asked, noticing my silence. "He was sweetie, your grandfather was a hero, a very big superhero, OK," I said, holding back tears. “Woah I'm also going to be like him and daddy.”

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

I say and Mother nods before leaning into Milea. Father watches his mate tenderly before looking at me and what I see there almost knocks the air from my lungs. Pure and utter joy is printed on his normally stern face. I immediately realize how frightening the past nine years must have been for them. Never knowing if the next call would be about my demise... I nod my head toward my father and he smiles. He was a soldier as well. He must know how many times it was almost me who died. How many times have Teruk, Burk, or Modok saved my life? "Teruk was a hero. He deserves an honorable send-off," I state before I can stop myself, and even Seay begins to weep.

“Now listen to me, Alana. You are ours! You are to remain our slave for all eternity. You know why? Because this is your destiny!” “But I didn't do anything wrong,” I tried to defend myself. “Shut the f*ck up!” Aiden, who was behind, watching the show yelled. “You should blame your unfortunate existence on your useless father!” I hated the fact that they called my father useless. My father was a hero. He fought and died as the hero he was. How dare they call him useless when it's their father who was actually useless and a coward. All because of my mom, he dared to have my dad killed.

"He stood right there in your office. He looked so sincere, Evander. His eyes were wide, his voice was shaking, and he looked me dead in the face and swore he didn't help Victoria. He asked me to trust him. He even told me he wanted to help me move out because he was worried about my safety." I turned around, leaning my lower back against the window sill, looking at the empty floor. "I was actually going to let him help me," I continued, my voice dropping into a flat, steady monologue. "For a split second, I really believed that there was one decent person left from my father's old life. Someone who wasn't trying to buy me, control me, or protect me like I'm a piece of fragile glass. But he

My thoughts pushed away by my father worried voice, “Sweetheart. Are you okay ??. Have you got injured anywhere ??” I nodded blissfully and replied to my father in jovial tone, “Appa, I'm perfectly fine. This hero caught me at the right time, so I did not get any injuries. And he looks like a hero. Much handsome. My hero.” I pointed my hands towards him and whispered last few sentences and looked at him idolizing who is standing little away from me. My father patted his shoulder and told him,

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!" At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself. "What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin. Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!" The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"

"That's up to you but you have to choose. Is it this family? Or the other one?" My heart started to beat rapidly. I couldn't believe that my father was capable of doing something so horrendous. He was my hero, the one man I looked up to. He was my representation of everything that a man was supposed to be and now in a matter of seconds, all that had vanished. "Please don't make me choose." My father said.

“Like a puppy who’s already naked.” “Stop talking. I’m gonna throw up.” “What are you gonna do?” Zia asked, tugging me up to my feet like I was a corpse in gym class. “You can’t go. That’s the Alpha. That’s Lucian’s father. That’s the man who runs this fucking bloodline.” “Maybe he just wants to talk to me about my grades,” I said, even though my voice cracked halfway through the sentence and I knew it was a lie. I was delusional.

My father closed the file and put it back to the cabinet where it had been placed before. " My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose.