My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

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.

Because that's what my mother told me: "Your father sacrificed himself to save others." Although my mother never showed me a photo of my father, I firmly believed he was a hero. This belief shattered completely when I was 15. I met my father. He wasn't a hero; he was just a rich man who had abandoned my mother. He lived in a beautiful estate with his wife and children, leading a luxurious life. My mother was like the little match girl outside the shop window, who lit her last match and left this world that had never been kind to her.

When I was a kid, people used to tell me to think of a hero. We view them as individuals who can save the world. Most people would think of heroes like Batman and Superman. But what about the heroes who hide among us—the men and women in the line of duty? People who are never afraid of what could happen to them. We all have someone we could call upon who would save us from the harm that might come our way. In many ways my Father was my hero in so many ways . Sometimes when I was alone I used to wonder if he had a hero.

My father said sternly to Al. "It wouldn't have been as fun as this..." Al winked, and my dad gave him a soft nod, understanding that we wanted to surprise them. "Come over here..." My father said, and I moved away from my mother's soft embrace to the tight hug my father gave me. "I missed you..." He whispered, and I buried my face in his chest. This embrace was familiar, protective, and secure. My father was always my safety net, and I adore him. He is the best father a girl could have. For many, a father is their hero while they are little girls; for me, my father was my hero always and forever.

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.

Damien hugged him and pecked his forehead. " You are my hero dad," the boy said hugging his father tight.......

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.

“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

I asked between sobs and let out a chuckle " What am I even asking? I want to lete you know that I miss you so much. You were my hero back then, you are my hero now and you will always be my number one hero. I love you so much and if anyone thinks that just because what you did to me I will begin to hate you then they are wrong because my love for my father can never fade." I tell him honestly and sat down beside his tombstone and rested my head on it imagining it as my father's shoulder.

“But you didn’t! You didn’t! “Those passers-by who refused to help and left them to die were certainly cold and ruthless, but the most damned person is you. If it weren’t for you, your grandparents wouldn’t have taken the car to rush home. They would not have met with a car accident on the way then! “Look at your father, who had always been proud of you ever since you were a child. He was an unparalleled hero in your mind! He was a war hero with great achievements in battles and had been wounded countless times, but what happened in the end? Others could simply accuse him of collaborating with the enemy, and he eventually ended up being the object of everyone’s criticism! “Look—take a closer