Overprotective Dads Mga Nobela at Kwento

confirmation,” dad directed. “You're overprotective,” I argued. “No, I am your father,” he replied. “You pressed the emergency button because I was holding my head,” I snapped. “It was not an emergency button,” he stated. “You know what I mean,” I said. When things in the room calmed down I looked at dad and realized how much I may have hurt him. I mused at how grateful I am for him. No matter what I trouble I got into, he always bailed me out. “What,” he asked when he caught me staring at him. “Nothing,” I said shaking my head. “Johanna,” he said again. I looked away. “It's nice,” I softly said. “What is,” he asked. “You worrying.” I said. “I've always worried about you,” he said. “I kno

“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.”

“And you think he can do that to me?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I am not really aware of how wide my father’s connection is in this country so I can’t say if he can corner you like what he did to my sister’s ex-boyfriends. I am just telling you this because I don’t want my father and the man that I like to fight each other.” Dad might be overprotective but I love him so much. Jyn is also important to me and I don’t want him to be in any kind of fight against my family.

I don’t protest, knowing it’s useless. “Oh my poor baby. – I hear dad sigh sadly – You’re so pale.” He strokes my head gently, staring at me in concern. I know he’s happy about being a grandpa, but I don’t want him to worry so much about me. He’s just wearing himself out. It’s bad enough I have an overprotective mate, I don’t need an overbearing father to add to that.

“I’m going now.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “Shit, okay.” She lets out a breath, hands on her hips as she gives me a serious look. “Listen—these guys, they’re known as ‘the daddies’ for a reason. They have some, well… specific tastes. Weird as hell kinks, but women actually seek them out for, let’s say, special introductions. You wouldn’t be the first untouched woman they’ve helped, and you won’t be the last.” “Got it.” I swallow, steadying myself. “Thank you, Eva please don't tell anyone I'm a virgin! I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

We walked inside hand in hand and went straight to the Alpha’s office, knowing damn well dad would be waiting, tapping his foot on the floor dramatically. The thought made me chuckle, dad was one hell of a drama king and today, I was going to find out just how much drama he had in him. “Just hope he doesn’t kick our ass!” Violet whined and I smiled. “He’d never do that, he loves us too much, he’s just overprotective” I said and felt some of her worry seep away. “You’re right, I don’t even know why we’re worried” she said, all confident now.

“He’s not who I would have chosen for you.” “Arden,” my mom said in that warning tone that suggested this was an argument they’d already had. “I’m just saying,” my dad continued, looking at me instead of her. “He’s impulsive and overprotective and he almost got you killed about six different times.” “He also saved my life about twelve different times,” I shot back, feeling defensive even though I knew my dad was just being a dad. “And he makes me happy. Isn’t that what matters?” My dad sighed and ran a hand through his hair in this gesture that reminded me so much of what I did when I was stressed that it actually hurt to see. “Of course that’s what matters. I just worry that he won’t protec

I knew he was about to object so I interrupted him, "Dad, I don't like it when we fight, okay? I don't want us to fight over this, I was so happy that you came here to see me, I missed you a lot but you just can't keep doing this, it's why I left, because you're blinded by how overprotective you are of me that you want to control my life." His jaw tightened, "Of course I am gonna be overprotective, you are my daughter, you are my little girl, if anything would ever happen to you, I don't know what would I do," Frustration seeped between his words, "Lilly, I can't lose you." I shook my head, "But dad, if you keep doing this, then, you will."

Already? “Go after him, love.” My dad says. “You want me to go after him?” I was shocked. “Yes. I don’t want you to fight the mate bond because I'm an overprotective father it’ll only hurt you.” He says and I can feel that he’s genuinely happy that I’ve found my mate already. Mom snuggles close to him to show him how proud she’s of him.

Typical of him. "Dad." I rested my hand on his shoulder. He threatened them as if that was the most natural thing to do, "Don't you dare ever---" "Dad!" I interrupted desperately. "Don't go all 'I'm your overprotective father who would kick any dude's ass,' because you're not. You never were the overprotective father and I don't want you to be. I'm a big girl. Besides, if any body needed protection - it's the other way round. These poor boys should be protected from me."