Novel & Cerita A Papa

"Oh come on! Don't be a boring dad. I experienced that growing up, didn't stop me from whoring myself once I'm out of the house, didn't I?" Before he manages to say anything I quickly apologise, "Sorry, didn't mean to compare myself with Pao. I clearly grew up in a different kind of household, which is nothing like you and Pao have. Sorry Papa." I pout, copying Pao's infamous innocent apology look and tone. She's a manipulative fox, that one.

Ava asked. Papa had been trying to stay strong and happy. He'd wished to stay alive for her and her momma. How can her papa die so suddenly after Adrian has come to threaten her that he'd ruined them. “Adrian Lester and his mother are the worst humans that ever crossed this earth. Your Papa died at the feet of Adrian Lester. For what they did to you and to your Papa, may they experience pain all their lives…” Clara said, not remembering to ask Ava what led her to jail.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Jewel swung open the apartment door, only to collide with her landlord, Mr Thompson, a stout and stern man with a perpetual frown etched across his face. His beady eyes fixated on her like a predator stalking its prey, his thin lips curling into a malicious grin. "Jewel, isn't it?" Mr Thompson's voice was laced with an insidious undertone. "You are late on your rent, my dear. I'm afraid I can't overlook this any longer." Panic surged through Jewel's veins as she stammered, "Mr Thompson, I... I don't have the money just yet. I promise I'll pay you as soon as I can. Please, just give me a little more time."

He said being too much upset," today miss told us to write about our father but we couldn't write anything about him as we don't know anything about him. where is papa? Why you are not taking us to him? Everyone has papa. Nobody's papa is in any mission. why just my papa is in mission? Saying all this he started crying badly. My heart clenched in pain. My baby boy is crying in front of me. What will I tell him! I tried to convince him.." my dear, you know your papa is an angel. That's why your papa is with God. Your papa is God's favourite that's why your papa is staying with God" He stared into my eyes with his innocent eyes. Tears are running down from those innocent eyes. "Really ma" Pap

“You’ve got a black jacket! That’s always cool!” I shook my head, smiling as I walked slowly toward them. Mom looped her arm through mine. Pascha lowered Max a bit and turned toward my dad. “Max, look. This—” He gesturing to the man standing a few feet behind me, Papa. “Grandpa?” Max tilted his head, inspecting my father with the brutally honest curiosity only a child could get away with. “He looks like a secret boss!” Papa laughed. Pascha smirked. “He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.”

Alexei Volkov remained as lethal and heartless as he was just few days prior, a chilling presence that reverberated deep within my bones. I swallow hard, fighting the urge to look away like a coward. Once again, his presence made me feel alternately hot and cold. Papa's throat emitted a soft clearing note, drawing my gaze towards him like a beguiling escape from the captivating pull of Alexei's mysterious, bewitching eyes. “Rara,” Papa said gravely. “You’ve met Antonio Romano and his son, Stefan.” Years of politeness training propel my response. “Yes, of course. Hello again. It’s nice to see you both.”

He pursed his lips as he turned to face his father and said, "We should talk, Appa." * APPA - KOREAN WORD for DAD * Paul widened his eyes as Jane silently looked up from his seat while raising her hands to grab a hold of Danny's hand. Danny looked at her as Jane shook her head and he just smiled sadly through her. Danny unclasped his nanny's hands through as Jane gave up from grabbing hold as Stan stared at her anxious face. Danny turned to his father right again and he bowed down his head through Marina and Marion. Danny grabbed a hold of his father's arms and dragged him out of the benches of the intensive care unit room.

I added, "Papa Mojo is a revered Voodoo priest from New Orleans, who has helped rescue many of us, including myself, from forces beyond our understanding." Papa Mojo's iconic smile lit up the room as he embraced me warmly. "I knew we would become family," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I saw it." Niklaus, his old friend, wrapped him in a hearty hug, symbolizing the bond between them. Sometimes, old friends just grow to become family members, and this was one of those times. The room resonated with love, acceptance, and excitement, as we welcomed our new family members and advisors, ready to embark on this journey together.

Pappa might just be the sneakiest businessman to ever exist in Italy. It was safe to say my father loved making money and extending his influence more than he appreciated his wife's decades of loyalty and commitment. My jaw tensed up at the thought. My nails bit into my palms as I clenched my fists. Were businessmen always that soulless and narcissistic? Pappa shook his head faintly. "She doesn't need to know everything." ◆

I turned, my heart skipping a beat as Constantine’s father stood before me, his sharp eyes assessing me with a steely gaze. “How’s the free champagne treating you?” His tone was polite, but I could feel the weight of something more beneath it. “It’s fine, thank you, sir,” I replied, managing a weak smile before looking away. “I saw what happened just now with you and my son, and let’s get something clear, April,” he said, his warmth vanishing in an instant, replaced by a cold, calculating intensity. “Whatever is happening between you and my son—it ends now. Or you risk going down in history as just another woman who played mistress to a powerful man.”