Overprotective Dads Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’s so filled with love and he’s also overprotective like his father that if anyone dares to hurt who or the things he loved he’d never let it slide. I smiled as I watched him talk to Callum and listed out all the fun things they would do together and how he couldn’t wait for him to wake up.

my dad's booming voice had the walls in the office vibrating, "I get it, you were right and I was wrong." They continued their argument which I knew wouldn't last too long. I felt betrayed. They could have helped me, warned me, done something or anything instead of keeping it to themselves but they didn't. I didn't blame mom because she couldn't break my dad's orders. This wasn't something trivial. What if Alpha Quade had a change of heart and decided to take advantage of my situation. One that could have been avoided if someone had mentioned that I was on the verge of shifting. My father had this warped thinking. One that told him he needed to protect me with his dying breath but this time,

My father complains, "Remember what the doctor said." With a sigh, understanding that for a while my family was going to behave in this overprotective way with me, I decide to accept that Dad and Vinnie hold me like that to take me inside the house, although I still considered it extremely unnecessary. Returning home was... something extremely strange.

"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."

Being the protective Dad that he was. I shook my head in disbelief, but my Dad seemed not to notice as he simply continued. "Has he tried anything with you yet? Oh, wait... no. Fuck no... Are you sure he isn’t just saying this to get you to do things with him? Obviously, you can't tell who your fated mate is yet, Isabella. He could be taking advantage of that. He would not be the first jumped up little wolf to try it. Are you sure he isn't? Because I swear to the fucking moon goddess…” “Dad!” I interrupted, holding back the smile that was threatening at my Dad’s far too protective side coming out, while also hating the fact he automatically assumed it was a guy. He was going way too much ove

"He's barely been home since that tape went viral, and when he does come over, he stays in his office. Today he hasn't been here at all." "He was with Sofia an hour ago." And he got so fucking close to her it'd ruined my day, and I hated myself for being too far away from her to personally protect her. She'd undoubtedly grown tougher and bolder since we first met, and I knew she could handle my father better now, but he was still who he was. She didn't need to have to handle him. Why couldn't he just be a normal man for once in his life? "You really need to protect that girl from your father, Dom," Olivia strongly advised me. "Your father's obsession with her is becoming scary, and it's just

Stayed up every night with my little flashlight under the covers, scribbling improvements and sketching wire diagrams. Just one kid. One dream. One dad I desperately wanted to impress. My mother was remarried and living elsewhere at this point. I never bothered keeping contact with her as her new family has always been distant, and my dad and I had returned that energy. Speaking of my dad, he was the worst critic I had personally known. His level of strictness was unmatched by no other teacher or superior in my life, even till this day. He was more of a disciplinarian than a father, during his “agile” years, for all I can remember, though they were some good, memorable times we shared.

As much as I love them, apparently we're more dysfunctional than I thought. Ever since my dad left my mama ten years ago, Eduardo has taken on this role of "protector." It pisses me off, and I'm done with letting him get away with it. I get right in his face and speak in the most menacing tone I can muster. "Back. Off. That completely crossed the line, and we're done with this." "Daniel, I'm just trying to protect you - "

"Dad…" "Chase, please don't be too mad at Mackenzie. She is a mother, and mothers go to every length to protect their children, even though they might seem helpless. They are more protective, more than the fathers even. Fathers might think they are strong so they are more protective, but that isn't true. It is the mother's that feel the urge, so strong." Chase tucked his free hand into his pocket and bit his lower lip gently. "That's not an excuse, dad."

Dad said and cuddle me in his arms. My head was lying on his chest while his jaw rested on my head. "But why do you always seems to have a panic attack. Each time I am out of your sight even for just a while. I am grown up now not like I am an infant who can't take care of herself. Why are being so overly protective like you are protecting me from someone." I asked in curiosity. Dad disengaged from me and he had to squirm like he his tongue was tied down.