Overprotective Dads Novels & Stories

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 and I are here now in the garden, outside Auntie Carmilla's house. "Cianna, I know I have many shortcomings with you as your father. So, I would have liked to apologize to everything." Dad's first utterance of those words had a profound impact on me immediately. It's like I want to cry now and just hug him suddenly. But it looks like he still has a lot to say so I just restrained myself first. "Because I'm so over protective, I'm not aware that I'm hurting and I'm neglecting how you feel." My tears kept flowing because of that line that Dad said. It’s only now that I also realize that the things he did then were for my protection.

Nobody would want to admit that their family was on the receiving end of threats and risk putting off a potential partner from sticking around. “That’s why you went hysterical and kept me home from school? You were just trying to protect me, weren’t you?” I asked, struggling to understand. Dad chuckled at my comment. “Yes, I suppose I was rather absurd, and I’m sorry that I’ve been overbearing lately. I don’t care about biology, Ruby, you’re my daughter here.” He tapped his finger against his heart. “You, Sam, your mom, you guys are my everything. I will not let anything happen to you, alright?” Dad’s softened tone sounded more like the parent I knew and admired.

I suggested. "I try to do that, he seems fun but your dad is a very jealous man and often tags along," Mom said and laughed. Every time Mom described Dad, it felt like she was talking about another person, because all I could describe my dad as was overprotective and overbearing but here she was describing him as jealous, in love, obsessed, and head over heels. He acted like a brick anytime he was in the same space with me. I don't think I have ever seen him smile. He always has a permanent frown on his face.

He had said that he would chase all the boys from his daughter. I pity the boys who would try to date or become our sons-in-law. They are going to face an over-possessive overprotective father. Who would be almost impossible to deal with...

“You almost died because of me. Because I couldn’t just listen and stay where it was safe.” Dad’s face stayed peaceful, unconscious and unaware that I was even there. “I finally get it now. Why you were always so overprotective. Why you kept trying to keep us safe even when we complained.” Tears started falling before I could stop them. “You knew how dangerous everything was. You knew we weren’t ready. And I called you overprotective like it was a bad thing.” “But you were just trying to protect us. And I was so stupid and stubborn..”

"She knows she's a disappointment and a-” "Dad, stop it!" Nolan rushed to his feet, and my eyes doubled in size. My dad hated it when anyone stood up to him, and I didn't want them to go into a fight because of me. Dad chuckled and approached Nolan. "You're being the overprotective big brother, aren't you? Since you are my only hope, I’ll forgive you. You're male and already have your mate. When will your sister make us proud? When will she stop being a burden? Does she know that she is running out of time?”

He was both strict and overprotective, especially to his youngest twins which he always treats as his babies. "Dad, it's nothing!" Reezha said and stomped her foot. "I'll handle it, so don't worry." "Just make it sure, Ree. If I ever see some guys lurking around you and your brother, you two will be grounded for the rest of your lives." The family were busy with their conversation. Margarette couldn't help but to smile at the interaction between the father and his children—one thing she wished she could experience with her father as well. But maybe it was just wishful thinking. There's no way it would come true.

Where they are thin and lean, I am short and fat. I don't look like either of my parents, but my dad says he has family members with my eyes and hair color who are special, and he believes I am too. I never worry after he tells me this. I am also plus sized, but no one ever says anything to my face about it. Probably because my dad is the gamma of my current back and any insults towards me are an insult to him. My dad is very overprotective of me, which is something I love very much. I am closer to my dad than my mom or brother, as he seems to be the only one who cares about me. Dad never lets me train, so all the carbs tend to stick. The only exercise I can get is walking to school.

her mom said pointing to the door where her father stood conversing with an attractive young man. "Who is he?" "Oh, you're awake. Are you okay? I promise to strangle the asshole who did this to you…" her dad kept ranting as he barged into the room when he noticed her sitting up. It's just his overprotective nature. Who wouldn't be mindful of their only born? He then started conversing with her mom who then explained her situation to him. She took the chance to finally glance at the stranger who had now shared a seat with her mother on the couch.