Weird Strict Dad Chapter 4 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her Call. Lucious pov. "Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt me…" The pain my father caused me years ago resurfaced tonight, overwhelming me once again. I trembled as memories of my younger days rushed back into my mind. My dad was really strict. He was the one who taught me that to be an Alpha, I had to be tough, even if it meant losing control and doing whatever it took to keep my people safe. I wasn't like the other kids; in fact, I didn't really get to have a normal childhood.

By his description it sounded amazing, and I really wanted to see it one day. He also informed me that his Dad is a tyrant. Colton hates him, and avoids him at all costs. He believes that his dad is far too strict and punishes people extremely harshly. Once I heard this, my entire plan changed. Originally, I was going to try to go home with him during break and map the place out, but I wasn’t sure that it would work. With his dad holding the Fae prisoner and all, there was a good chance he’d take me to.

I would never hand you over to anyone,’ he says. ‘Does mum know about this?’ I ask. ‘No, I’m going to tell her everything tomorrow. And everything else you need to know. I’m going to return the money in the morning, then we can let mum know. Over my dead body. I would never let him have you!’ He says. I nod. ‘Zuri-bear?’ Dad says. ‘Yes, Dad?’ I answer. ‘No matter what happens, don’t let any man fool you or use you. Men are the worst, most brutal species to exist. They’re nothing but heartless, monstrous beasts.

The living room air felt sharp against my bare skin, raising goosebumps everywhere, and shame burned so intensely I thought I might throw up right there on the carpet. He looked at me for a long, horrifying moment, head tilted, breathing through his mouth. Then he gave a soft, humorless laugh. "Look at you," he muttered, almost to himself. "Hiding dirty books about men, jerking off to naked guys. If you’re gonna act like a little fag who wants it so bad, then I guess I have no choice, do I?" He took a step closer, the smell of whiskey hitting me in waves. "Daddy’s gotta teach you what happens to boys who want dick. That’s my job, Atlas. I have to show my son what a real man does to a bitch."

" my dad warned, his voice escalating into pure rage as he slammed his fist onto the table. I shivered, turning to look at him. I had never seen him that angry before. He stood up and walked over to me. "I made a vow to love my own and protect them with every bit of my being, every drop of my blood, and every breath in my body. But when my own child fails me and acts like a juvenile, I have no choice but to be strict. Go to your room and reflect on your bad behavior and rude manners. You can also think about the type of wedding you want to have with Patrick."

he bellowed from across the clearing. We shuffled over to them slowly, preparing ourselves for the tongue lashing we were about to get. My dad was a very strict man. That’s how Grandpa raised him. And that’s how he’s kept the pack safe for so many years. He was a tall man with big broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was a dark sandy blonde, like mine and my sister’s. I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad without a big bushy beard. Smith’s worried voice filled my head as we neared them,

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

The voice sounded really familiar, almost like it was my dad. "Xander!" It called again with a tone so harsh it reminded me of when he wanted to discipline me as a child. I used to fear my dad a lot as a kid. He was quite the strict type. He only seemed to lose his strictness when it came to my mom. I guess that's why she cuckolded him so much (though none of the men she ever had an affair with ever stayed alive more than a week after their discovery), even though he would kill the men afterwards.

Dad was being very strict with me nowadays and he didn’t let my mistakes slip and would make sure that I pay for them. He told me if I didn’t act like I was capable of anything going wrong, he would give this out to someone else. I knew this was my entitlement but I knew who my dad was and how he was,he was never joking with his threats and if he said he was shaking to do that, that was exactly what he was going to do. “Soon to be Alpha was caught having a scandal with his mate’s best friend.” That was going to be the headline for news for about a year or more.