Novel & Cerita My Father Is The Hero

My father was just twenty years old when he fought the war beside King Viper Great and Sir Hunder Bowman. While Sir Hunder was called the Night Sword for his skill with the sword, my father was called the Deadliest teller for his story telling. Even in the midst of war, he would start a story, one that may or may not have existed. His live for story telling had been captivating. Father knew how to make a story come to life, painting it in the minds of whomever he was sharing it to. But hw had also been a great soldier that was willing to die for the Kingdom and his ruthless fighting skills had made him one of the deadliest.

Nobody can know, so just tell anyone that asks where we’re spending time getting to know one another after everything that happened,’ I explained to the three of them. He nodded and stood up, embracing me in his arms to let me know that he had this and could trust him. My father had always been my hero. He was the type of Alpha that I had always aspired to be. He was the type of mate that I always wanted to become to my other half. He was also the type of father that I wanted to one day be like.

"Really, kid?" “Right now, where is your daddy?” The ugly man teases little Tristan, "I guess he's already hiding right now, like a coward." She's eager to turn this guy into meat paste. How dare he make fun of her son? "My father is not a coward; you, on the other hand, are a coward!" Little Tristan was furious with the ugly guy. His face was flushed, and he glared at the man with sharp eyes. Cristine did nothing but shake her head. Dad will always be a hero in the eyes of his children. It's powerful and admirable.

I told him with tears in my eyes. “Tell me,” he urged me softly. “It was about dad,” I said in one breath, my eyes downcast, half-closed, as I began to recall everything that happened this evening. “Where is dad?” Alex gave me a kind pat on the head, and his hand remained in my hair, playing with it softly. “Your dad is an absolute hero, and he will continue watching over you forever and ever,” he said. “How is… No, it can’t be. How? Why?” I kept mumbling nonsense while tears fell down my cheeks.

Their mom is proud, for sure. Skyler Family, that's the name of the painting. What a perfect family but I looked at their father's face that resembled all of them. He's also pretty familiar but I’m not sure if I’ve seen him yet. I also suddenly remembered the mission that they say that their father was killed even his innocent, I was sad to know that matter. I suddenly remembered what happened to my father, the night he died because of criminals. I know my father risked his life to accomplish his mission. That’s what dad did that hurt me so much because he chose his service more than mine. After that incident, I was deeply hurt by his loss. I was happy with the honor they gave to my father a

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

"I never wαnted αny of this to hαppen thαt wαy. But I cαn’t undo whαt’s αlreαdy hαppened. αll I cαn do now is be there for her. For Ryαn. For αll of it." "YOU THINK YOU'RE A HERO?!" Dαd wαs shαking now. "You think showing up αfter seven yeαrs mαkes you α fαther? Mαkes you worthy of her? You think this is redemption? It's not. It's pαthetic." "Dαd‚ pleαse stop... pleαse‚" I begged‚ voice hoαrse‚ teαrs fαlling fαst. "Just stop yelling."

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

And let the future take its course. That was my father's word. His way of motivating us. Himself and everyone around him. It makes tears spring to my eyes when I think of that man I always called my hero. He was my hero until Richard came along, and I fell hard for him. It brings my mind back to another word of his. 'When a man loves a woman, he will do everything humanly possible to chase after, win, love, and make her happy. That was how your mother became mine forever to keep, till death.’

She is trying hard to keep her composure, but worry and fear are etched on her face. "Of course, he will." Turning my gaze back to the poor girl, I firmly look at her, "Do you believe that your father isn't strong? Or that some coward and weak people can do any harm to him?" "No." She confidently shakes her head, "My dad is the world's strongest dad, and there is no one who can defeat him. He is my hero." Pride shines in her eyes as she smiles. I can't help but smile back at her because this is what I feel when I think about my dad.