My Hero Daddy Novels & Stories

My thoughts pushed away by my father worried voice, “Sweetheart. Are you okay ??. Have you got injured anywhere ??” I nodded blissfully and replied to my father in jovial tone, “Appa, I'm perfectly fine. This hero caught me at the right time, so I did not get any injuries. And he looks like a hero. Much handsome. My hero.” I pointed my hands towards him and whispered last few sentences and looked at him idolizing who is standing little away from me. My father patted his shoulder and told him,

Claire’s eyes widened at her daughter’s question while Hero laughed, impressed by how sharp the kid was. “No, sweetheart! He’s my friend, Hero. Hero, this is my daughter, Zoey.” Hero waved at the girl with a smile. “Hello, Zoey. You really look like your father, you know that?” Claire’s eyes widened again, and she immediately smacked Hero, who just chuckled. “It’s okay, Mommy,” Zoey said cheerfully, then looked back at Hero. “Mommy always says I must have a handsome dad because I’m pretty.” Hero laughed at that.

ZARA POV "Hero," I began, letting out a long breath. "If my father discovers he's the grandfather of the king's child, he'll do everything in his power to get rid of me. He'll see me as a threat, a reminder of his past. He'll raise that child to be just like him, a ruthless king who cares for nothing but power.” Hero pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly. He whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, “Hey, I won't let that happen. Never.”

"Is Daddy in danger, Mom?" I bit my lip, trying to hold back my own tears. "I don't know, Daisy. But your dad is strong, and he's doing everything he can to keep our city safe." Daniel, always the protective older brother, nodded in agreement. "Dad's a hero, right? He'll be okay." I nodded, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Yes, he's a hero, and heroes always come back, right?" I gave them a reassuring smile, but I could feel the uncertainty hanging in the air.

“ You are in no position to tell me what to do , I can make my own decision and I know that you can see that , keep your freaking opinion to yourself “ My words stubbed something in him , I could see it, but instead he just shifted it away . “ I just wanted to check up on you , losing your dad isn’t something I know you wanted and I’m sorry , if there’s anything you need , you can let me know , I will make that available to you . Hearing that statement pissed me off so bad and so I turned to face him as I threw away the remaining cigarette . “As you can see, I’m fine. and I can take good care of myself , I don’t need your stupid pity and I’m not that little girl that wants your help , I’m a

After a long moment, Damien finally spoke, his voice hoarse, low, and heavy with oppressive force: “I already knew about that long ago. Did you really think that just because you told that woman to keep it secret, she would actually keep it for you?” “W-What?” Emma looked at him in bewilderment. Damien gripped her chin tightly, a smile of amusement curling his lips as he spoke with mockery and disdain: “My dear daughter, what am I going to do with you? So naïve and foolish. Do you really believe you can survive and leave your daddy? Do you really think you’re so capable that you can go wherever you please? My daughter, do you truly think daddy wouldn’t know anything?” His laughter spilled ou

“I want to tell him that I am sorry for being mean and that I will be good if he stays with us forever.” Reaching over the table, I take his fork from his grasp and place it down beside his plate. “Oh, honey…” My voice cracks as my heart rate spikes. “Your daddy never left because you were being mean to him, nor did he leave because I chased him away. Your daddy saved me from someone who was trying to hurt me, and in return, your daddy hurt that man back.” Tears brim my eyes for the thousandth time today. Awez tilts her head to the side as she pieces the puzzle together. “Daddy is your hero?” She says in a high-pitched tone. “If he saved you, that means he is like your Superman?”

Zoey heels clinked to the floor as she embraced her father, the tears now zooming in. "Sit," He led his daughter to the seat as he stared at her. "Are you hungry?" He said quietly. She nodded negatively, she wasn't here to eat any food anyways, she was just here to speak her heart to her dad. She took the minutes explaining everything that happened to her dad, he listened with rapt attention to everything she said. "And you know the worst thing dad? that guy kept on saying I was a rich brat...," Her voice trembled. "He don't even know me!" Zoey trembled as she spoke, tears stained all around her face.

I pointed to Mommy, who was laughing, bright and loud, as Dada tickled her side, making her squirm. “Dada said he’ll come play with me by the slide, but he’s back with mommy again.” I laughed loudly. “That’s because Dada knows heroes like me needs no sidekick! Dada can focus on mommy and help her heal so she can run after me like a runaway princess!”

He clearly treasured it. "Why do you like Iron Man?" Jasmine whispered. "You said Dad's out there fighting the bad guys, so isn't he like Iron Man? My dad is a hero," Justin replied with serious little eyes. Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she hugged Justin tightly and smiled. "If Dad is as awesome as Iron Man, then he's definitely a hero fighting the villains." Justin's eyes sparkled. "I love Iron Man." Jasmine held Justin close, her breath warm with emotion. "How about I tell you another story, would you like that?"