My Hero Daddy Novels & Stories

"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.

Mr Lee smiled, "so, I see you drew your father in this portrait" little Jude nodded with a smile, "of course grandpa, first you are my hero, then daddy. You two are the best hero's ever" "and why do you call us your hero's?" Mr Lee lovingly asked his grandson. "well, because everyone is scared of grandpa and grandpa gives orders and everyone listens to what grandpa says... I want to be like you when I grow up...and oh, daddy is also my hero cause he protects mummy. I want to be just like daddy too, so I can protect mummy"

She just squeals for joy, her arms tightening around my neck. “I have two daddies now!” she says, her voice bright and happy. She looks at Damien, then back at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But you're my favorite daddy, because you're my hero!” I swallow and I swallow hard. Hero? I am so confused at the moment. Yes, I saved her but that is not enough. I saved her, and in her innocent mind, that makes me a father. It's a beautiful, painful lie that I want to believe for just a second. I want to hold her and never let go. I want to tell her that I would save her a thousand times over.

"I never wαnted αny of this to hαppen thαt wαy. But I cαn’t undo whαt’s αlreαdy hαppened. αll I cαn do now is be there for her. For Ryαn. For αll of it." "YOU THINK YOU'RE A HERO?!" Dαd wαs shαking now. "You think showing up αfter seven yeαrs mαkes you α fαther? Mαkes you worthy of her? You think this is redemption? It's not. It's pαthetic." "Dαd‚ pleαse stop... pleαse‚" I begged‚ voice hoαrse‚ teαrs fαlling fαst. "Just stop yelling."

The love I have for this man who has always been there for me is overwhelming, and as he hugs me back, I know now that everything will be okay, as long as I have him by my side. “Daddy was my hero, and no one could ever replace him. But you’re my hero too,” I say as I sob. “You’ve been a father to me when my own couldn’t, and I hope it’s okay, but the only thing I want to call you from now on is Dad.” He hugs me tighter, and I can hear him softly crying. “I’d like that, daughter,” he says as he pulls back and wipes the tears from his eyes with a broad grin.

I told him with tears in my eyes. “Tell me,” he urged me softly. “It was about dad,” I said in one breath, my eyes downcast, half-closed, as I began to recall everything that happened this evening. “Where is dad?” Alex gave me a kind pat on the head, and his hand remained in my hair, playing with it softly. “Your dad is an absolute hero, and he will continue watching over you forever and ever,” he said. “How is… No, it can’t be. How? Why?” I kept mumbling nonsense while tears fell down my cheeks.

"Mama? Where is Daddy? Why isn't Daddy here? Is he hurt?" Adrienne didn’t want to show her weakness. They were right... She shouldn't cry for Pedro, there's no reason to because he would wake up. Adrienne trusted him. "No, baby, your daddy is just sleeping, okay? He was too tired of being a hero and saving us, okay? He needs some rest, so cheer up! Okay?" Adrienne said. She didn’t know why, but she falls asleep again. She wanted to rest her mind, filled with terrifying imaginations, her heart filled with fear and sadness, regret, and a few negative emotions.

"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 woke up really early the next day. I was in a good mood, wearing my hiking clothes and gear. I still can't get what happened between Jaxon and me last night out of my head. He was intense and kind of rough, but I really liked him. I can still feel his kisses, his arms around me, and the way he f*cks me was so good. Of course, my daddy Arthur also has a different way of showing affection, different styles, but I like both of their ways. But I shouldn't be thinking about him right now and should focus on the new daddy I just met. That's why I'm excited, I got enough sleep, that's why I'm full of energy.

She is trying hard to keep her composure, but worry and fear are etched on her face. "Of course, he will." Turning my gaze back to the poor girl, I firmly look at her, "Do you believe that your father isn't strong? Or that some coward and weak people can do any harm to him?" "No." She confidently shakes her head, "My dad is the world's strongest dad, and there is no one who can defeat him. He is my hero." Pride shines in her eyes as she smiles. I can't help but smile back at her because this is what I feel when I think about my dad.