My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

I hugged my dad and thanked him. “ Dad, this is it, all your hard works are paid off” I smiled brought a medal. “ This medal doesn’t deserve a guy like me, these medals belong to the right man,” I said as I slowly put the medal on my father’s neck “ Medals correspond to everyone’s achievements, but for me, these medals correspond to my hero and my saviour. Everyone will leave me shortly but I know that you will stay on my side, you will never leave me, you will always support me.

My father grabbed the back of my neck and placed his forehead against mine. “I’m so proud of the young man who is standing before me right now. You, Jackson, are my son but so much more than even that. You’re an amazing mate and leader. You’ll make an honorable and resilient King who puts their people first no matter what. Just don’t forget that you have an entire army of friends and family to rely on because you’re not alone.” My father rarely cursed and rarely showed the depth of the emotion that he was showing to me right now.

my father asked me. (Translation: Do you even realize how much older he is than you in age?) "Papa m-mujhe usse fark nahi padta." I said slowly. (Translation: Father I-I don't care about it.) He turned towards him. "What do you think that showing up with this gun and all you sent that boy away, you became a hero?" my father asked him harshly. "I don't want to be a hero because I was never the one. I just want to be the best for my girl and my son." he said confidently and hearing him I just wanted to hug him but controlled myself to do so.

“I –“ my father begins, leaning forward, but I don’t let him get far, rising to my feet to glare around the room. “This man is a hero in this war,” I snap, pointing at Jackson. “This man saved me and killed your enemy with his teeth in his neck! And this is how you show your gratitude!?” I sneer at my father, and at Roger, knowing that they’re the ones who wrote the rules.

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.

"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

Jace Nothing is black and white. There's always the grey in the middle where the truth actually lives, and I think the grey in the middle of my father was this: he made himself the victim so I'd grow up seeing a victim, and he made himself the hero so I'd grow up seeing a hero, a man building his family's wealth back from scratch with his bare hands against a thief. And it worked on me. I did see the hero. He was a hero. He was just a hero who could not, for the rest of his life, stop competing with a king.

On the paper was written the address and telephone number of a person whose name my father just heard a few moments ago, Kalvin Xerena. "He is father's hero .." Father's eyes always sparkled with amazement whenever he mentioned Mr. Kalvin. In the beginning, I think dad is very overbearing. Moreover, I only go to Xerena's house on weekends. So I don't really understand my father's admiration.

For a long moment, I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I had been numbed by my senses. With father stepping in to save me at the dying minute, was I supposed to break down into tears? Rush to embrace him and thank him for risking everything to save me? I did none of that as my body had been frozen. “I didn’t come here to be a hero.” Father sounded like he had read my mind. “I came to see my daughter one last time. I heard she was going to be executed for being a traitor.” He yelled, his eyes reddened in anger.

her father said. "They are all a hero to me, Daddy," I said, and that's how I look at them right now. My Daddy's Heroes. "You're right, sweetheart. They're all heroes," my father replied. A few minutes had passed and Heath came in. Aside from his briefcase, he has a plastic bag of food on the other hand. "Hey! What's in that plastic bag?" I asked. "Just some food, sweetheart," he replied. He just called me Sweetheart in front of my dad? I looked at her dad and he just smiled.