Romans & histoires A Papa

I asked him . "Papa will come the day after tomorrow. I am missing the old man yaar. " he said. I smiled. His father is Shekhar Singh. I call him Bade Papa from the time I started to speak. Shaurya is very attached to him. He can do anything for his Papa and the same goes to Bade papa as well. He is the most easy going person with whom you can share anything and everything. He has the best suggestion for you in every situation.

“This is absolutely insane.” I walked over to Papa, who was now slowly rising from his chair, a bewildered expression on his face. He looked up at me, his eyes glistening. “Azzurra,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I messed up so bad. I’m so sorry, my girls. So sorry.” It was the most genuine apology I’d ever heard from him. After years of excuses, of broken promises, of putting us through hell, the sheer weight of this unexpected gift seemed to have finally cracked through his hardened shell.

My heart did a flip when the man suddenly gave papa a head butt. I gasped as my papa took a step back. The man smirked as he used his fingers to call into papa. "Charles, come on!", I heard Master Hammond yell and my Papa ran for the man. He had only managed to give him a blow on the chest before the gigantic man gave papa a kick in the stomach. Papa swayed. He was about to land on the floor when the man took a hold of him. He took Papa's neck beneath his armpit and squeezed.

I sighed and started my car, driving out of the parking lot and towards my house. When I got there I open the door and was hit with silence. "PAPA!" My voice echoed off the walls and in less than a second Papa came running in the room and gripping my shoulders. "What? What?" "Hi?" I beamed. He scowled and hit me in the back of my head. Papa was a funny guy, always laughing, him and my dad are madly in love with each other. You should hear them at nights. Papa has short brown hair cut like mine, icy blue eyes and deep dimples like dad's.

My papa shouted angrily. "Really? How can you kill me? I'm just asking for that little thing. Why can't you give it to me?" The man that papa called Roman said smirking. Papa shook his head, an indication that he would not give them what they were asking or looking for. Roman punched papa in the stomach, after a while he stopped and walked towards mama's direction. Roman tweak my mama's hair and violently laid her on the sofa bed.

"Papa Austin!" Austin's brows twitched. "Cherry, didn't I tell you not to call me Papa?" "But people on the Internet call someone like you Papa," Cherry replied. 'I saw Papa Zoey, Papa Sander, and many others on the Internet, so why can't I have Papa Austin, too?' Cherry wondered. "Austin, didn't I tell you that there's no need for you to pick us up?" Sophie caught up from behind and immediately frowned when she saw Cherry clinging to Austin again.

I don't know what it is, but I know that Mama Kea can accept the whole of Papa's life, not just the good side. "Mama Kea has love, but Papa needs more effort to give her love even though it's not perfect." Papa is real jerk. Mama can accept Papa as he is, but Papa needs effort? What kind of asshole has been given attention and still asks for a heart? My papa is that jerk. Shit! I wanted to curse so badly, but listening to Papa spew out all the bullshit he'd been through might be a little amusing. "Do you know that women can let out all their anger at once?"

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Papa said sighing sadly. “I have listened to every song of yours. I have the whole collection of it. I have read the messages your fans post for you. Whenever I listened those songs I used to feel disappointed that I stopped you from achieving your dream. I used to think that girl as you but I never knew that was actually you. But When I see all this I feel that I made the wrong decision. But hearing the truth, I am so happy for you my little princess. ” Papa continued. His eyes were filled with tears. I can’t see my strong papa so vulnerable. I hate to see tears in his eyes.

"The one keeping Raphael. For now. Forever. If you want to mend your relationship with him, I suggest you actually listen." "And your name, young lady?" Papa asked, a smile on his face. "Nia Markham." Papa stuck out his hand. "Lovely to meet you, Nia. I'm Angelo. But you can call me Papa." "Angelo!" Momma said. Papa looked at her, one silvered brow raised. Momma muttered to herself. Rolled her eyes. "Hello, Nia. I'm Maria, but you will call me Momma if you are keeping my son."