Novel & Cerita Strong Father Strong Daughter

I warned him, letting him know that his obsession with having a grandson had disappointed me. My father lowered his head, then rubbed his eyes before shaking it. “Fine, but do you think Gina will be strong here?” he grunted. I stretched my neck back and clenched my fist. “She is an alpha’s daughter, Father,” I hissed, reminding him never to underestimate a woman. “Tell me the name of a woman who has shown true strength,” my father retorted. I looked at him and tilted my head. “All the women who give birth to children or lived among selfish men,” I argued, raising my voice. My father began to laugh.

Although she had often heard that her son-in-law was strong from the woman who was disguised as her, she still couldn't believe it, and she had heard it while being tortured by that woman because of her strong jealousy of her son. "Father, is he really this strong?" asked Xi Xier's mother, looking at Xiao Chen with disbelief. "Yes! He is indeed this strong, but this is not his full power. If he really wanted to, perhaps the entire Xi family would have been reduced to dust by now!" replied Xi Xier's grandfather, who was staring at Xiao Meiyin's back from behind. “Then why didn’t he do it earlier, Father?” Xi Xier’s mother asked telepathically with intense curiosity after hearing her father’s

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

Don sat forward in his seat, jaw clenched, preparing himself. "You need to take care of her," my father went on, his tone assuming the sort of gravity that only a father's love can use. "Melody is my daughter, yes." But she is also a woman who has battled demons you know nothing about. She has been wounded, but she has never allowed that to define her. If you do love her, Don, then you will respect that strength and stand beside her, not in front of her, not behind her—beside her.

I nod slowly, his advice sinking in, though the fear still lingers. “She’s not just a woman, though,” I say quietly. “She’s the enemy’s daughter.” “And you’re my son,” he replies, his tone firm. “Don’t let that stop you from being what she needs. Don’t let her become a weakness, but don’t let her slip away, either. Women like that don’t come around often, Matteo. And when they do, they have a way of making us stronger—even when we don’t want to be.” I nod slowly, the weight of his words settling in my chest. “I’ll handle it.”

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

After all they were all looking exactly the same and not even one of them was lesser than the other. This particular woman just has a resemblance to his Celine and he wondered if he was looking at her double ganger. They had the same shape of face and the same hair colour. What caught his interest the most was that she was the daughter of one and the only Patrick Rowan. He was also one of the strongest men in the city. He enjoyed immense power and influence from the good name that he had managed to build for himself. Jared didn’t even know that he had a daughter who was already of a marriage age.

We were claiming our place in the light. Back in the fortified penthouse that evening I sank onto the couch with Maya still in my arms. The exhaustion from the long day washed over me but so did a quiet deep satisfaction. Damien joined us his hand gently stroking Maya’s cheek. “You were magnificent today,” he said softly. “They saw us. Really saw us. The strength. The warning. The unity.” I nodded watching our daughter sleep. “This was for her. To show the world that she is not a weakness. She is our greatest strength. Any strike against her brings fire on them all.”

She is trying hard to keep her composure, but worry and fear are etched on her face. "Of course, he will." Turning my gaze back to the poor girl, I firmly look at her, "Do you believe that your father isn't strong? Or that some coward and weak people can do any harm to him?" "No." She confidently shakes her head, "My dad is the world's strongest dad, and there is no one who can defeat him. He is my hero." Pride shines in her eyes as she smiles. I can't help but smile back at her because this is what I feel when I think about my dad.

Not yours," said Victor annoyed. —You leave Santoro out of it. Everyone here knows that this girl is with Lucas for the money... and now I understand that it's because of his parents. —That's enough! —I said pissed off —I'm not going to let... My father ordered me to shut up, and seeing the look on his face I left it in his hands. —My daughter is the greatest treasure a man can have in his hands, she is smart, independent, she doesn't need anyone to survive in a world of scorpions like you. She was raised not to be weak and if she is with your son, it is he who is lucky to be with her. And anyone who belittles her will know me.