My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

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.

He clapped his hands, making a rhythmic sound and went straight to hug him. "Now I know you're ready, your actions, your attitude were that of a hero." His Father said to him. All that his Father did was to test him if he was going to stay back and do nothing as he had sent the guards to give him the order or if he was going to fight and save his Father as the guards had narrated what was going on to him.

The voice was loud, and the noise in the background didn’t help. “Wait, Ryder?” “Don’t play with me, Odessa.” “Wait, I can explain, please—” “Fuck that! He’s in the wind. He’s talking crazy about the Alpha being after him and trying to take everything from him.” “That’s not the entire truth. I wanted to tell you. Your father is a traitor.” “My father is a hero. He’s a great businessman and a great father.” Despite the rage in his tone, there was a hint of uncertainty.

At just five years old, he had grown too big for his age. He understood so much more than I wanted him to, and I realized I couldn’t hide the truth about his father forever. “It’s about the men who saved us. They are my heroes, Mommy, and I want to be like them when I grow up.” Tears welled in my eyes at his earnest declaration. Blood, they say, is thicker than water, and today, that quote resonated deep within me. He was so innocent, yet so aware of the danger lurking around us.

Vanessa held me and cried with me. I cried until my body weakened and my vision blurred. An elderly man with gray hair and a suit walked toward me. He was the man behind the Summer family, the one Layla’s father had called untouchable. He was my father’s former superior, Alfred Bruno. Bruno looked at me with deep pity. “Your father was a true hero, and you are a hero’s daughter. Remember this. The country will always support you if you face hardship.” I tried to speak, but my throat tightened. I could only nod.

" Rose asked her. Amelia looked at her and spoke up, "There is no word that can explain what our dad means to us except our heart. Fathers are the heroes who guided us through life and were there for us when no one else was. Fathers are like an invisible star. Which we can not see all time but they appear in front of us whenever you fall in danger or need help. Fathers are more than a bulletproof jacket for us. A bulletproof jacket only saves you from bullets. But fathers, they save you from all kinds of danger. They stood in front of you in danger without caring about themselves. They take our all problems on their shoulder and give us a sweet smile with a simple word, 'It's okay baby. Dad

I felt my heart get heavy, I’ve been on my own for a while now and after everything I’ve put my father through I was surprised he wanted to help me. Flashback My phone rang, I saw it was my father. He hasn’t called me in a while, “Hey Dad what’s up?” “Kay, are you fucking kidding me. Do you have something you need to say?” I shook my head, I didn’t exactly know what he was talking about. “I’m sorry dad, I don’t exactly know what you are talking about?” “I got a call from my credit card company, the card I gave you for emergencies and emergencies only has been maxed out!”

"A hero? But Jefferson, you are a hero." I stared at him, a frown on my tiny face. "What are you talking about Dad? I'm not a hero. I stared at the floor. "I'm just a five year old that speaks good grammar. That's not even a superpower." "Jefferson, you've been a hero since the day you were born. Albeit a shy one, but a hero nonetheless. If you weren't, would I have shown you your great grandfather's house? " I cocked my head to the side.

"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.

I got a bit emotional, my voice raising an octave as I told this asshole where I come from. “My father is Logan James Kinsley. He is the most fearless, protective, powerful, and loving man. When he sees a wrong, he rights it. The night he met my mother and me, he saw a wrong and righted it. He loved my mother with all his heart and has loved me as his daughter. Even when she was gone, he loved and raised me as his.” I gestured to my dad as I spoke.