Overprotective Dads Novels & Stories

David huffs disbelievingly, "Is this seriously your excuse? I bet your father convinced you to believe that, huh? So he could use you." "Stop talking about my father. Stop it!" I explode, unable to take it anymore. I realize that I should let him vent, and take all of his anger out. I have absolutely no excuse for both my Dad or me. But the old me, who was overprotective of my father against all odds, won't let me admit anything. I squeeze my eyes shut, frustrated.

"My parents are the most childish and the most erotic couple ever! Gosh, my mind was tainted because of the both of them." I hissed, "No wonder, you're growing up as lewd as them. Like parents, like offspring." "Waaaahhh!! You're so harsh as ever, Granny! Hmmmp. They are overprotective though. Specially Daddy. Unlike Tito Kaden, your Daddy."

” “Good looking. Smart as fuck. Stubborn. Endless energy. And especially if it’s a girl, I’m really fucked. I’ll likely wind up in prison and have to watch her grow up from visits behind the glass. Because if anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them.” His protectiveness turned Amber on a bit. Her worries about him as a father had most likely been in vain. Grayson would be a good Dad, a different kind than Leo, but a good one nonetheless. Hopefully, the arrival of this kid would help him refocus on the important things in life and help him step back from his workaholic tendencies.

The protectiveness in his voice melted my heart. How have I ever gotten such sweet and loving children? I may not be lucky with their dad, but I sure am favored to have them. Still, I have to stand my ground. I don’t want my children to grow up knowing it is okay to hurt other people. "And who told you to hurt people when you are angry." I am sure one of my brothers taught them. "Daddy R. He said we are your little warriors. We should protect Mommy at all costs." My eyes stung.

It’s sweet that he’s so worried about it, particularly since I’ve already agreed to do it. “I’m fine. I want to help. I just wanted to ask your opinion about it.” “Okay. Sure.” He agrees easily. “Basically, this girl is having issues with her dad. He’s being very overprotective. She’s eighteen and he won’t let her go anywhere alone. Not just now while we’re on high alert because of the psychos, but in general.” I explain. Bellamy looks confused. “I don’t really see the issue. It’s a good thing that her father protects her. This sounds like a teenager complaining that her dad won’t let her go out and recklessly party.” He says seriously. I shake my head in disagreement.

It’s kinda odd he usually’s really chill. “Neither of you will leave this resort without one of your fathers or your brother-in-law.” We both turn our heads at the sound of my father’s voice. “Dad, we are not pups!” I protest. I was an adult. “I never said you were a pup. We don’t know the territory, the language, or the culture. If you run into trouble, we don’t need an international incident.” Dad steps into the hot spring. “That’s a bit dramatic, dad. An international incident? We’re not rouges. Anyone would know we are visiting.” I roll my eyes. Ever since all the crazy shit happened with my sister, dad’s been super overprotective. It’s getting really annoying.

The fierce protectiveness in his tone reminded me of the conversation I'd overheard—his threat to kick my ass if I hurt Grace again, his clear respect for what she'd become. "You really believe this will work," I said. Not a question, an observation. "I know it will work," Dad corrected. "Because I've watched you both grow into the kind of leaders this region needs. Separately, you're formidable. Together? You're exactly what Amber's been afraid of—unstoppable."

“I know I’m not your favourite person in the world but at this moment, I’m the only one present for you to speak with. I advise you to let it all out for your own good. You look ready to explode and the consequences could be disastrous.” I considered his advice and decided to tell him all that was going on. He chuckled when I was done talking and I scowled at him. “I can’t believe you find this funny,” I said. He shook his head. “What I find funny is how so similar he and his father are when it comes to being overprotective and sort of controlling. I think they do it from a place of love though.” “But it’s not a healthy way to love someone,” I cried.

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,

"Not that I blame him, after everything I did to the Center. After everything I dragged you through." "He knows you're a good man," I say quickly. "He's just overprotective." "He's important to you. And that makes him important to me." He pulls back so he can look me in the face. "I want you to know that I never want to come between you and your father." Is that what he's so worried about? "Dad likes you. He may have a funny way of showing it sometimes, but give him time. He'll come to love you as much as I do."