Novel & Cerita Strong Father Strong Daughter

she said trying her very best to sound convincing. “You are sure about this?” he asked not looking anything convinced. She nods confidently “Yes Dad, he is the one,” she said. “Okay I believe you, but please tell me if he isn’t treating you right and we will call this off,” “Oh no Dad, don’t worry...he’ll give you his word” she rests her head on his shoulder. He puts his arm over her and rubbed circles on her arm. “It is emotional for me as a Dad seeing my baby girl grow up to be a strong and powerful woman in her field, and now soon married...I am proud of you my girl”

“No.” She gave him a sad smile. “No, I really don’t. Especially physically strong men – in my experience, they just use all that size and strength to hurt people smaller and weaker than them.” He sighed, suddenly seeing her innate and automatic reaction to him with different eyes. “I can understand why you’d think that.” She peered up at him, suddenly aware of what she'd just said. “Wait, Adam. I don’t mean you or Nick. I’m not implying that you guys would ever hurt me, or Mia, or anyone who wasn’t standing there in the ring, fighting you by choice.”

“Luis? Baby, what happened?” Luis clung to her, hiding her face in Leah’s stomach as she wept. “She tripped,” Daniel’s mother said with a disgusted shake of her head. “Over nothing. She’s soft just like you. I’m telling you, Daniel, you should’ve married someone stronger. Maybe then you’d have a son by now ” Leah blinked, stunned. “She’s four,” she whispered. “She’s just a child…” “A weak child!” Daniel's mom barked. “You gave birth to a daughter. One who cries over a scratch. That’s what you’ve contributed to this family. No son. No strength, Just weakness ”

He doesn’t waste a second before he launches forward, trying to capture her again. The tremors underneath us grow and build into strong shockwaves. Lit bits of the ceiling and the building fall down to the floor around us, but no one is paying attention. All eyes are focused on the father and daughter fighting. Her father snarls. “I’m not powerless. I’m the most powerful alpha in the world.” A snort erupts from several people in the crowd, including a loud one from Bry before she taunts. “In your dreams.”

He laughs softly, a low, resonant sound like the vibration of strings. "And what if I did?" "Then you should just say it." He does. He kisses me—slowly, deeply, possessively. And in that moment, all power, vengeance, and chaos fade away. There's only him and me, two hearts that have finally found where they belong. That evening, we return to the DeLuca family estate for dinner with my parents. My father—the old Don known for his iron rule—has always treated smiles as a sign of weakness. But when Eric pulls out my chair for me, my father actually smiles.

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

Arsene separated them and said with a laugh. “And from love what was killed, beware, my daughter, your brother is still weak in structure, and he will not bear your violent love, take it easy.” Stefan narrowed his eyes in anger at his father, dissatisfied with his words, he is not weak in build, but his dear sister has acquired new abilities that she does not yet know her limits. Kira muttered shyly, watching him anxiously, "Sorry, I didn't understand that, I missed you." She entered her room and found new clothes on her bed, and she replied with a loud disapproval. Do they expect her to act like classy ladies now???

The room fills with laughter, and I can picture younger Killian taking story time very seriously. “He's going to be an amazing father,” Sophia continues, her voice softening. “He spent years taking care of me, making sure I felt safe and loved after our parents died. Your daughter will have that same protection, that same devotion.” “What about you, Em?” Mel asks. “Any words for your daughter?” I look around the room at faces representing different countries, cultures, experiences, but united by shared values and mutual support. “I want her to know that she's starting life surrounded by the strongest women in the world,” I say. “Not because you are powerful in traditional ways, though many o

The brain had went numb. Drew got Casey? Drew got Casey! My daughter! My own daughter! **I hate how everything is turning out. But there's so much more that will turn out worse. Stay glued and drop a comment. ~Jane♥️

"I. . . I just wanted to be strong, and not let them get to me. But I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I'm sorry, Dad." Brad's heart broke as he saw his daughter's pain and fear. He reached out, hauled her onto his thighs, and pulled her into a hug, holding her close. "You have nothing to apologize for and you are so strong, honey," he said softly. "Stronger than you know. And I'm so proud of you for telling me this even though it's hard. I'm here for you, and we're going to get through this. Now we can work together to figure out what to do." He gently stroked her hair, trying to offer her comfort and reassurance. "’Cause no one gets to mess with my little princess."