A Papa Novels & Stories

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

I whine, papa seems nicer than the meanie when he took me into his arms, I could touch his brown hair, they match mine, but they are short, I can't pull on them or hold them as I want. "Yes princess?" papa says getting some bags off the bed, one of them had the stuffies we have chosen, a big pink one! He said it's Angel from Lilo and Stitch but I had no idea who that is, I just loved how she looks, with the antenna and big ears along with the black eyes. She was also big in size, I had to use both hands to be able to hold her, papa had no problem holding both of us, only then I stopped crying.

Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision. “Papa, the man you’re pointing at is Luca Rossi,” I pointed out. “As in the Rossi capo that has sought tirelessly to overthrow you and bring everything you’ve worked hard to build to ruin. You’re entering him with warmth and tequila.” After my announcement, I expected Papa to frown, rain thunder on everyone, and order Marco to bundle the man to the basement and chop his fingers for daring to enter his home. I expected this sudden nightmare to end. But nothing changed, and Papa’s crooked smile stayed intact.

"I'll send you a cute picture of your late husband soon." "My late what... Cicero!" "Ci," Papa calls, but his son flashes us a cocky grin and walks away. Papa shakes his head, pushing his breakfast down his throat while staring pitifully at me. The thing is, Papa doesn't have to say a word to me. We both know that he's as bad as his son.

Enzo leaves with a nod to me as Matteo starts explaining what we have to do. "We're low on people working over the vinegar transport so Antonio wants us to go," Matteo says. Antonio is my papà's name and since he's ordered it, I better go. The thing about my papà is he's a cruel and ruthless Cappo. He wants me to be the best and nothing lower which means he's pushed me so far. He wanted to make me tough so he's done everything to me that could happen if I was to be kidnapped. Not to get into too many details, but that's where my scars and fear of water come from.

Dante went completely still beside me. "My Papa is a Tech King.” Elara explained, pointing to the scowling stick figure. "He owns a whole empire. He is very strict and he doesn't let anyone be mean to us. If a bad guy tries to hurt our family, Papa will crush them like a bug." A few of the other parents shifted uncomfortably in their tiny chairs. Ms. Albright swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously toward Dante. Dante, for his part, looked entirely unfazed. In fact, he looked incredibly proud.

Pappa had definitely been f*cking her. Proserpina Delano's eyes lit up as she saw Claude but Pappa beat her to it. “What is it, son?’ growled the Mafia Don. Claude felt embarrassed; he knew his father could not keep his hands off Mumma; when he was growing up, he had heard bawdy details of what a great, lusty man his Pappa had been, his unbelievable, indefatigable sexual prowess, the endless stream of wh*res and mistresses who had kept him pleasured; until he got seriously attached to his much younger wife, that is.

Additionally, as a person who has motives, I cannot consider them as friends. "Elijah." Papa introduced himself and did not pay attention to Erenea. He's now busy looking at the sentinels a few yards away. "You two are so beautiful, Apo. I'm Sicario by the way." Grandpa introduced him. He beamed at Erenea. If I didn't know this Grandpa, I would think that he was impressing Erenea. But I know my grandfather will never do that. Everything he does has a reason.

I chimed in enthusiastically, pumping my fist into the air. "R-right now?!" Mama asked in a shocked tone, her eyes rounding completely as she stared at Papa in disbelief. "Why not? I possess all the power and capability to arrange everything in the blink of an eye, Melissa... in case you've forgotten who I truly am," Papa countered with absolute confidence, curling his lips into a thin smile that looked so charming for his age.

Zeke is the only one that's still affectionate towards dad. "I'll tell dad only if you calm down now," I said to her, mommy just raised an eyebrow at me. "I am calm down. Minda, let Chino come in." Mommy shouted, nanny Minda was struggling as she opens the door and a man who looked just my age entered, he was a paid stripper that mom bought, this is not new to me anymore but as I was looking at the stripper, I can tell that he's still new to the game because he looks so shy when he saw me with my mom.