Overprotective Dads Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t trust that it won’t fall apart again.” Dad was quiet for a few seconds. “He’s stepping up?” he asked. “Yes.” “He’s being present?” “Yes.” “Is he protecting you?” I hesitated but then nodded. “Overprotecting.” Dad leaned back again. “Then what’s the real problem?” I looked at him. “He hurt me, Dad.” His face softened immediately. “I know.” “And I don’t want to be the woman who keeps going back just because he’s the father of my children.”

He forced out a smile and continued, "She's overly concerned for our daughter. I hope you understand, Mr. Winchester. Please forgive her!" "What if I said that I don't forgive her?" There was a sarcastic smirk that appeared on Darren's lips. He continued coldly, "Excuse me for not having been a father yet, so I can't understand what you mean by 'overly concerned' for your daughter. I only know that I should protect my wife. "I'm a very protective person." Darren took a step forward. His tall figure cast a shadow under the sunlight. It made him seem even more intimidating. "If anyone dares to touch Hannah, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

“He asked me to file a restraining order against Dan. He will not stop.” Chris steals a fry and throws it in his mouth. “That should not be a surprise, though.” “Do not you dare say I told you so.” I give him the stink eye. “I am just saying, Ginny. Fathers do not like anyone fucking around with their daughters, especially overprotective ones like yours.” Jane gulps at that and clears her throat. “I still think it’ll be fixed with time. They are best friends, right? That should mean something.” “If by something, you mean that he keeps threatening to kill Dan, then sure, it means something. You know, I always heard stories about my dad and his coldness, but this is the first time I have witne

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.

I said, my tone firm, and my father scowled. “There are more games ahead, Summer. You can attend them. For today, you must stay at home and rest. It is an order,” Dad spoke firmly, and I lowered my head. So this was what it felt like to have a dad who was protective of me. Mom gave me a reassuring squeeze of my hand. “Your dad is right. There are many other games that you can watch, but if you collapse, you will not be able to watch them.” My throat ran dry, as I could not speak against them. Seeing their concerned faces was enough to stop me, but Cooper chimed in.

My voice caught in my throat before I could finish the sentence. Dad's expression softened just slightly, though his thick mustache still gave him that intimidating presence that reminded me of those old crime movies. "Claire, you're my daughter, and your generation thinks parents don't want what's best for you just because we're trying to protect you from harm."

"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."

“You just like the idea of fighting off a bunch of boyfriends.” “Guilty,” he says with a laugh. “The poor girls,” I say. “They’re going to be terrified introducing the boys they’re interested in to three dads. Let me tell you, it’s not easy being a girl with multiple Alphas as fathers.” “I guess you would know that best,” he says. “I don’t want to be a mean dad, though. I want my daughters to feel right coming to me whenever they need something.” “It would be impossible for you to be mean,” I say. “And my dads were never mean either, not one bit. It was just… overwhelming to have so many fathers always keeping an eye on everything I did.”