Overprotective Dads Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

and just watched me sleep. “I don’t know how to be a father,” he admitted one night while we lay in bed. “My dad was a monster. Yours used you as currency. What if we fuck this up? What if I’m too... dominant? Too controlling?” I rolled over to face him, resting my hand on his chest. “You’re already protective. Steady. You’ve taken care of me through the worst things imaginable. You’ll love our kid the way you love me—fiercely, completely. That’s more than enough.”

Then his voice, low and rough: “Dads are supposed to protect you. They’re supposed to be the people who teach you the world isn’t as scary as it feels. But some of them… some of them just don’t know how. Some of them only know how to break what they should be building. Your father? He’s not a dad. He’s just a man with a title who thinks he’s God. You didn’t deserve any of it, Nico. None of it is your fault. Don’t you ever think it is.”

he responds with an easy smile, "Only about my father, though. My mom is really cool." "No, yeah, same. My dad is cool," I nod, then we share a look of mutual understanding I've only had with other people with dysfunctional families, "Just a little overprotective." "I got that," he smiles, but shrugs those big shoulders, "You have to be, I guess. With only daughters. I mean, anything could happen, any guy could turn out to be a psycho.” "I guess," I whisper, making a face, "Anyway. I only came back home a few months ago, I started working here immediately so I only now found some time to go to the stupid dentist. I'm never waiting another two years to go, though, this was hell."

Then: “He better not hurt her.” Dad’s voice was gruff. Measured. Protective in the only way he knew how. “If he does,” Mum replied, “we’ll be there. But… I don’t think he will.” ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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 made a stupid move. I'll admit that, but I was protecting you, Princess. I knew what will come to—" "Stop! Just fucking stop! Stop with the preaches about protectiveness. I don't need your fucking protection, dad. I'm old enough to know what will harm me and what will do me good, so you don't get to tell me that you were protecting me from Emerson. You did what you did because you wanted to, not because you were thinking about me, and I get that. Your Ego and your gratification came first, and you shouldn't let anything change that. " "Eva!" It's mom's voice now. A frown covers her face as she marches forward and stands next to dad. "All your father has ever done is for your sake and you

“Why are you so overprotective? It's not like I'm going to get stolen by someone or something. By the way, the guards are outside in case something like that happens which I'm sure will not.” “I don't trust them one bit. I don't trust anyone right now. People are not reliable so I'll stay here and watch over you myself. No Objection.” “Yes, boss.” They both laughed. Eve suddenly gave her father a hug surprising him but he wrapped his hand that wasn't weak around her and patted her head.” “I'm fine, go to bed.” “I love you, Dad.” “I love you too. Now stop acting like a child. You're a full-grown lady.”

he said, his eyes fixed on the ground as if avoiding my gaze. “Well, my father is like a perfectionist and a little overprotective. He fusses over Roni and me, and now that he's a single dad, he’s doing even more,” I finally explained. “Aren’t you and Roni old enough to look after yourselves?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, we are, but my dad says that even when Roni and I have kids, we’ll always be his little girls, and that feeling never really goes away,” I replied.

He could be so overprotective when he needs to be. I shook my head. "It's really not anything extreme, just that I had to run a lot for P.E today. Still angry that Mr.Fedrick made me run extra laps because I had been jogging prior." Dad's jaw ticks. "I'll have a word- I shook my head. Here goes the overprotective father mode. "No need to, it's not that serious." Dad looks to be contemplating. After a few moments of silence, he nods. " Fine. But if there's anyone bothering you, you let me know about it. Okay?"