Protective Dads Novels & Stories

I legit thought he was going to disown me but then when I saw his smile I remembered that that's not my dad, disowning his kids for making mistakes or protecting their friends even though their friends are vampires isn't what my father stands for. Tonight I saw my old dad, the dad who didn't force us into anything. When he asked Nathan if we wanted to be the alpha and we said no he left it at that. He said if we changed our minds we should tell him. I'm lucky to have a father that's supportive, loving, and protective of his family. Chloe's dad and my dad sound similar.

“We trust that you usually make the right decisions. Having a boyfriend… well. I suppose it’s acceptable.” The last few words sounded like he was swallowing a bitter pill. “But we want to meet him. Know who he is,” Mom added gently. “And warn him,” Dad said immediately. Mom shot him another glare. Dad shrugged innocently. “Let him know who we are.” “So he won’t bully you,” Dad muttered. Mom rolled her eyes. “So he understands we’ll protect you. If anything happens—” “We’ve got a shotgun,” Dad declared, puffing out his chest.

"What's so surprising about that?" "I've seen men who beat other men up just for looking at their daughters. I've always thought that's how protective fathers are of their kids, especially those born in our world" I mean some are assholes but I thought... I don't know what I thought or why this bothers me so much.

Luxuria daddy stepped back a little from me. And somehow, somewhere in my heart, I felt a warm beating. Perhaps the Draxton brothers had not noticed it but their hatred for each urget seemed to reduce with every single time they shared me. Sharing me together at the same time today... I wondered how much percentage of their hatred for each other would fall off. "Get up" Grayson daddy ordered, getting in front of me and standing by Luxuria daddy. With a horny look in my eyes and a silent plea in them as well, I slowly rose up to my feet.

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.” ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

he said and hugged her close. "Why?" she asked. "Because I was making sure you and Mommy were safe," he said. "From what?" "From bad people who want to hurt us. But Dada won't let them. Dada will always protect you." She did not understand. She just snuggled against him happy that he was there. I watched them together and felt my resolve weakening. Despite everything Damian had done he was here protecting us when he could have just stayed home where it was safe and dry.

No feelings of jealousy or resentment towards me. I nodded at him, pressing my lips together, trying to prevent myself from crying any more about something that I couldn’t change. He took my hand, squeezing it gently and keeping it in his, jerking his head towards my parents to let me know we needed to listen to what they had to say. “Drew is your protector, Juniper,” my dad said once our attention was back on him. I nodded at his words. “Mom said that already. But what is a protector? And why do I need one?”

Dad said, which was not exactly true but also not exactly wrong. “Still the same kind and forgiving guy, I see.” He commented, glancing at all of them. Not surprised that everyone finds it weird that we are moving everywhere with the sons of our enemy but hey, sometimes the apple does fall far from the tree. “They are good boys, nothing like their father.” Dad defended softly, hinting at his friend to drop the topic. "If you can trust them then who am I not to?" Firdaus lifted his hand up in defeat. “Besides, they seem to be a very protective pack.”

Other than that, nada. "Don't give me that kind of look, Cece." dad insisted. "that is why you have to stay away from him. Because if I saw that man even ten meters away from you, regardless of what approach first, I'm gonna rip his bones and pull his heart. And you know who I am when I got furious. Do you understand?" Dad indeed was the worst among other fathers that I know of. He may be protective of me and mom but it was too much to the point that he once killed a middle-aged man in front of my eyes.

I say tightly. “Well, Amora took me aside yesterday morning and explained to me that you’ve been nothing but kind and accommodating to her. So, I’m sorry.” His voice is gruff. “And I see now that you’re very in love, and Amora is too. It wouldn’t have worked. Can you blame a father for wanting to protect his kid?” My shoulders relax just a fraction. “No. I can’t. I understand.” My dad was the same way. He wanted to protect me from all the cruelty of my mother’s world. He was never entirely successful, but he tried to provide a balance to it just the same.