Overprotective Dads Novels & Stories

I immediately offered them so they could consider my determination of investigating carefully. “But pearl, My angel. I can't let you out of my eyes even for a day. How could you ask for such a big thing? You don't know the real harsh world outside. You don't know the gravity of some situations. There are dirty and dangerous creatures outside ready to make you their prey. We will sort out this thing somehow. I will use my sources to find him. I can't let you risk yourself in anything.” and like this my overprotective Dad showed his rare emotional side which is only reserved for my mom and me. I shook my head which was aching for a while now. Mom leaned back on the chair, rubbing her forehead.

"He's too protective. He tells me to hide my powers. Decides who my friends can be. Keeps secrets from me—big ones. And when I try to make my own choices, he—" "Yeah, tell me about it," Dante muttered. "Secrets are kind of his thing." Jeffrey turned to Dante like he'd found an ally. "Everyone says I have daddy issues. Dante nodded. “Welcome to the club. Membership is free, trauma is included.” "And maybe I do." Jeffrey continued. "But it's hard not to when your dad treats you like you're made of glass. Like you're something that needs to be locked away and protected instead of trusted to live your own life."

"Oh, Lord! Who did this to you?" Daddy laughed at me. Poor him. I think I know who did this. He had blood all over his neck and sprits of it on his neck. And oh my God! His upper lips swelled. "Is it my Dad?" He looked away and did not respond. Jeez! Daddy William goes beyond at this point. "Did my Mom teamed up with Dad?" Please say no. I don't know what I should feel if ever Mom did. My parents are indeed overprotective when it comes to me.

He did not care, and he did not intend to be embarrassed about that fact nor tried to leave his supercool dads. He walked through the city park in the centre of Rose city, wanting to calm his frantic feelings from his broken heart that he himself had lost count of how many times he had broken his heart. He did not want to going home as soon as he usually did. For now, he did not want to think about the possibility that his daddy would call him to inquire about his whereabouts. Since the death of his dad two years ago, his daddy has become more protective of him than before, and his level of concern exceeded of mothers who would worry about their children reaching puberty.

Dad said, running a hand through his hair, "I would never get in the way of a mating bond, you know how important it is to me. I just want them to..." "Make sure they don't suffocate her," Alpha Caden concluded. "She doesn't know anything about our world yet, they can't be so attached to it, they need someone to hold them back," Dad said. "Do you really believe they're going to listen to me?" asked Alpha Caden, frowning. "You can always bring action. I don't have power over two alphas, I'm just a Beta, but you're an alpha, and you're their father," Dad said.

“Is it something I’m not allowed to see?” The worse thing about my dad was that he was annoyingly overprotective, just like my brother, Alex. It might’ve been strange, but coming right back home after university to work as a bartender at a cocktail bar was like a dream come true to them. It was a way for them to keep me safe and a way for them to keep an eye on me. “Of course not. You know I don’t hide stuff from you,” I told my dad. I pulled him by his arm and led him out of my room while I looked back to stare at Tori. “Good safe.” She mouthed.

"Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?" Ian's expression hardened, and an awkward look flashed across his face. However, when he spoke up, he still chose to shift the blame on Mom. "Your mother's the one who couldn't let go back then. She refused to accept reality and insisted on blowing everything out of proportion. Had she come to terms with reality, we could have all lived in peace." Holding his gaze, I felt anger flare up in my chest. "We could've all lived in peace? Do you have any idea how I lost my hearing?"

Between my father's overprotective nature and the family name that either intimidated potential partners or attracted people interested only in money, meaningful relationships had been nearly impossible to form. The last few days were disasters, mostly thanks to dad’s insistence on sending bodyguards to ‘keep an eye’ on me. One date had ended with Dad sitting at a table across from me, pretending to read a newspaper. Another had involved a last-minute change in restaurants after he decided the original location wasn’t “secure enough.” My hesitation must have shown on my face, because Adrian added, "I promise not to ask about your father's infamous temper or whether the rumors about his past

"Exactly. And daughters would be miniature versions of you, which means I'd be constantly fighting off boys who think they're good enough for them." I laughed, the image of Freddy as an overprotective father both amusing and endearing. "And if we have sons?" "Then I'll teach them how to treat women with respect," he said seriously. "How to love with their whole hearts. How to be the kind of men who make their partners feel safe, cherished, and valued." "Like you do with me," I said softly. "Like I try to," he corrected. "I'm not perfect, baby. I know I mess up sometimes. I get too controlling, too overprotective. But I'm always trying to be better. For you. For us. For the family we'll have

He's still too young to feel this kind of pain. I raised him full of affection not to feel he was alone and unloved. That's why I am protecting him. If asking Dwight harshly is a crime, then I'd fake it as long as I could protect my family. He kicked them before, so, nothing is new. Believing his lies is traumatic! Did I overdo it or were they just over acting? Maybe Cali was right. I am too overprotective, forgetting that everything has changed, Daniel is growing up needing his real father and my sister is getting older, looking for damn fucking love.