Overprotective Dads Novels & Stories

Placing his palm over his child's head, he gently caressed it. “I trust my piccola and her every decision,” he said to her, bringing a small smile to her face. After that, nodding at both of them, he left from there. “Papa is not in favour of our relationship, right?” She asked her mother as soon as her father left. Aniya sighed and held Flora's hand in her. “You know your papa, Ora,” she heard her mother telling her. Flora knew her father was extremely overprotective of his family and the reason behind it was justifiable too because of the countless enemies of his father who wouldn't think twice before hurting his family to harm him.

I didn’t want to be the reason anything bothered her or upset her, even if I knew that life would happen at some time and ruin what I wanted, I still didn’t want it. “Mom, I really didn’t see what he saw. Dad is just being …” I couldn’t believe I was going to say it, but it had to be said. “He’s just being an overprotective father. There is nothing going on between me and Fynn.” She helped me get into my nightdress, and I could see that she still wasn’t happy.

His gentle smile assured me of his trust in Jacob and his belief in my choices. "You've got a cool Dad, Erin," Jacob jokingly said while driving the car, and I couldn't help but chuckle. It was true; my dad was unlike any other parent. He had a youthful spirit and an insatiable thirst for new experiences. Growing up, he taught me the importance of embracing life and seeking out thrilling adventures. "Yeah, he is cool, but most of the time he's very overprotective of me. I am impressed that he gave you a handshake; he barely does that, by the way," I replied to him.

"Put two young people in love alone in the same nest room for a few years and nature will take its course. Did your dad get out the old shotgun?" “What?” “Never mind. Is your dad mad at Drake?” "I think Daddy is angrier at me." "He'll get over it." Cristine swished her hand through the air. "Listen, he loves you more than life itself. He'd do anything for you. Right now, yeah, he's pissed because you did something he considers a sin, but he's also freaking out because he's realizing suddenly that his little girl is all grown up and ready to set out on a life of her own. It's hard for dads to get out of that protective mode sometimes."

Mom said to try to smooth things over. Dad and I were too much alike for us to really patch things up. Instead, he just turned around and walked out as I turned and walked to my bed. I heard the bedroom door shut and lock behind them. “You are your dad seem to agree on things often…” Dax said sarcastically. “We are the same people basically and butt heads often. He has a traditional view on things and believes he needs to be around to protect my mother. Which is crazy because she is the most powerful person on this planet.” rolling my eyes, I got into bed.

I was getting used to his over protectiveness, the way he watches over me like a mom with a toddler, though he was getting a little better about letting me do things on my own with the girls. I still didn't stay home alone for any length of time but that was okay, I understood. Dad was being very supportive of our relationship, which was a big shock to me. I would've expected him to play the heavy with Colton, but Colton had his own way of dealing with him.

"That's right, sweetheart. We're going to feed him false details while we attack their hiding places at the same time." My face lit up as my mouth twitched. "That's a genius plan, Mom." "The credits aren't mine, but your Dad." "Yeah. Dad is great. I don't expect him to act out about this matter." "He definitely will." Mom objected to my statements in an instant. "It's about your safety. All our pack members know how overprotective he is about you." A forced laugh left my lips because what Mom said was a fact. Dad made sure everyone knew that I was his precious daughter, whom he would punish anyone who dared to hurt.

Or maybe that's just an overprotective dad thing ? Did I tell you about us? My father and I aren't exactly best friends. It's the overprotectiveness . It drives me crazy , I could almost kill him .. except he can't die . Hah! I was meant to suffer at the hands of dracula forever . Yes THE Dracula. He has these really big fangs, I am surprised he is space to retract them because his gums are so tiny and I really don't know where the fangs end up going. It's just a weird concept overall .

said my mother, touching my hair Time passed and everyone gave me many gifts and they were really wonderful, and everyone was talking and enjoying their time until my father told me to come and talk to him away from the noise.. "I'm sorry, Olivia, for bothering you with my overprotectiveness and that much paternal talk," said my father softly, looking at me. “Yes, you did,” I said softly "I just want you not to be sad or angry about it," my dad said while holding my face. "I can't be mad at you, Dad," I said and hugged him

I say tightly. “Well, Amora took me aside yesterday morning and explained to me that you’ve been nothing but kind and accommodating to her. So, I’m sorry.” His voice is gruff. “And I see now that you’re very in love, and Amora is too. It wouldn’t have worked. Can you blame a father for wanting to protect his kid?” My shoulders relax just a fraction. “No. I can’t. I understand.” My dad was the same way. He wanted to protect me from all the cruelty of my mother’s world. He was never entirely successful, but he tried to provide a balance to it just the same.