My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

"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

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!"

He had been the one to stand for someone else. Does that make me a hero? Ginika shook his head with disgust. He hated that word with a passion. Everything about the word made him sick. If his father had not tried to play a hero in trying to save his mother, perhaps he would still be alive. But his father had been brave and had confronted the taskmaster. If the brave always dies and the cowards always tell their tale, what then is the essence of being brave?

“I didn’t have a use for it until six months later when I pulled my squad out of a wadi after an IED flipped our Humvee. I thought you should know that your old man was my hero and he saved lives.” My throat closed and I managed to nod at him completely at a loss for words. I stared at the man in front of me, seeing not just a guard, but someone who had known a version of my father I hadn’t. And it was warming that the implication was a reflection of the image I had of him, a hero.

“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,

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“He fooled all of us.” I loved my father. I worshiped the ground he walked on. He was this hero Alpha trying to fight off the evil vampires who were trying to hurt our pack, but it had all been lies upon lies. In reality, he is a greedy coward who only ever cares about himself. The man and father I thought he was had never existed.

"I think it has to do with the authenticity and genuineness behind Jack Dawson's story. We all know that both the Valentino's and your dad have as similar sort of story. They both worked from scratch and built their businesses from the bottom to the top until they both became thriving influences in the world of business, but your Dad's story seemed more appealing to me. Being a single father who strived to do good by his daughter by working his ass off to become the best and still works and strives hard to be better, I perceive your father as an hero." "That is new. I don't think I have ever heard any one call my dad an hero." I chuckled. "He really is an hero, I tell you." Azra said, a smil

I can literally imagine him raising his eyebrow at me. "It's really fine Dad. I can come by myself." That sounded extremely dirty, so I correct myself. "What I mean to say is that I can book a commercial ticket. No big deal." "You're intimidated by Anthony, aren't you?" His tone is surprisingly mirthful. I can hear the smile in his voice. "Of course not." I say immediately, giving myself away. He laughs and my heart warms at that. I wish he laughed more often. "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."