You Can't Raise A Man Novels & Stories

The only one who doubted me was him. Father shook his head. “No. No, you can’t. Men are biologically gifted with more muscle mass and strength than women. An alpha male will always best you. Why do you think men and women do not play on the same sports team or compete against each other? Nic, all it takes is one loss to lose everything I’ve built, just one.”

His father shook his head, a grave expression shadowing his features. "I will only add to your burdens. I don’t want to become the kind of father you would grow to resent, one who drags you down. I want you to soar higher than I ever did. To do that, you must not have a weakness, or at least never reveal it. A single vulnerability is all it takes to destroy a man. I know you have grown into a fine warrior and would also make a better king."

But standing here and hearing those words brought it all back. "Strong, strong like you were when mother died? How you hid every sign of her because you couldn't take it! Or strong when you left us, huh, older man? You didn't even have the guts to tell us you were sick! Did you even try it? Even go to a damn doctor more than once! Don't you tell me he will be strong like you had anything to do with that; he's only who he is because I raised him, not you! I raised him, and I never asked him to do it! If he's strong, it's because I taught him to be."' William yelled back, his jaw locking and brows furrowing in rage.

“Because if not… you, of all people, know I will never agree to that marriage.” “And I’ll go to any length to stop it. It’ll be over my dead body.” The room fell silent again, the weight of his words pressing down like a storm cloud. Robert pointed at Jake, voice trembling with intensity. “I know you. Am I not the one who raised you? Who gave you life?” “And when I raised you, I raised you as a man and not a woman.” “And I know how men think. We love money—not because we’re greedy, but because we understand what comes first.

Monte asked. "Why, sir?" the man seemed frightened. "Just answer me!!" he replied with impatience. "Uh... twenty-five, sir," he bowed. "Don't just dream for your child. Start dreaming for yourself. If your child grows up hearing that from you repeatedly, they might end up just like you, saying the same to their own children!" "Aah... well, sir, I didn't have the opportunity to study. I haven't even finished high school," he bowed even lower.

“Don’t be smart with me, didn’t I warn you not to do something like this, did I not make myself clear as to what would happen if you did?” Mother must think I am still a child who couldn’t think for himself. Or maybe she thought I was naïve and stupid and didn’t know what I was doing. “Mother, did you forget that you raised an independent man? When you raised me that way, didn’t you want me to be the kind of man who makes his own decisions instead of running to you all the time?”

he said. “What?” “He is more than one year old and has never been out of the house, he has not interacted with other children and has no idea what nature looks like outside your mansion.” Kan frowned now, was the man trying to give unsolicited advice on how to raise his son? “Adequate provisions have been made for the absence of these necessities.” He sighed, and looked away. “Experiencing these things through a screen is not the same as a first-hand experience. If you are raising him to be the next chairman, his mental development is crucial, don’t you think?”

It was a dangerous slope. “But Emre, you need to stand up for yourself too. You are a warrior. How can you let anyone make you feel guilty when you know you haven't done anything wrong?” Dad argued in his calmest tone. We weren't too worried about leaving the baby, as we knew her father would be waiting by the tree. “I understand, but there are certain people that I cannot stand up against. Take Mom, for example. How am I supposed to raise my voice at her?” I argued softly, trying to make my father understand that there was nothing I could do that would hurt my mom.

“I like how you haven’t taken your eyes off her yet.” “I don’t know what you mean, your majesty.” I reply, eyes now on the man fighting with himself in the name of presenting a sword fight. “Indeed. Perhaps, I can go to bed tonight, rest assured that you’ll do the needful.” My body stills. That is not a topic I want to discuss. The woman won’t even let me brush her arm. “I shall try my best, father.” “Don’t try your best, son. You are a man. Do what needs to be done whenever it needs to be done. Don’t postpone important things and certainly not for a woman.”

They say that children will grow in the image of those who raise them. Or are there some of us that were just born evil? That no matter how hard the people around us teach us to be good, we are what we are. Whether we were raised by a priest, or a maniacal murderer, there's no changing the DNA in our body. Just like when a man with a heart a woman wanted to change his body. Even though science can alter the outer look of a man's body, his DNA will always stay as a man.