Aku Di Entot Papa Novels & Stories

I was a little lost in my thoughts. We made our way up and I stood next to Ethan with a gentle smile while he gave his speech. “This union has been nothing short of expectations from both packs. We would stand with each other even when we do not have a reason to because that’s what families do.” His gaze fell on me. He looked at me with those undeniable charming eyes. A warmth spread across my stomach. “Let us all unite in peace and love.” He added and the crowd applauded. My father was called up to the stage next, along with his wife and other daughter he also gave a warm speech as well.

Dad avoided my gaze and look at my mom, asking for help. Well, my mom shrugged her shoulders and smiled, knowing that daddy would soon melt with my puppy dog eyes. My dad bowed his head and shook it. "Well, you know the answer right?" He sighed defeated. Only mom and I can do it to Mr. Ace Anderson, one of the known cold-hearted business tycoon in the world. We are his weakness. I squealed and hugged them both while mumbling thanks, over and over again. "Thanks daddy. I love you!" I squealed and place a sloppy kiss on his cheeks.

Hindi ako agad nakapagsalita sa lalim at cold ng boses nito, bahagya akong nakaramdam ng takot sa ginamit niyang tono. "P-papa po?" Nag-aalanganin kong sagot rito. Nakita ko naman na unti-unti siyang lumalapit sa akin, at nagkatitigan kami ng mariin, hindi ko mabasa ang emotion sa mukha niya lalo na sa mga mata niya, hindi siya nagsasalita hanggang sa mapasandal na lang ako sa dingding at ki-norner ako nito. "Dont call me Papa, call me Daddy," malalim na boses nito saka ako hinawakan sa baba at pinatingala sa kanya.

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."

i winked at my dadu "You son of donkey!where is your salam(muslim greeting" "Oopss!Salam dadajan"i said He laughed and replied to my salam "How are you dadajaan . I missed you alot ."i said He kissed my forehead and replied "i am good my son .how about you ? You have changed so much ." " i am handsome as always dadajaan"i replied with a tint of naughtiness in my tone "Lets go downstairs dadajaan .i am so much hungry .i really missed the food of ama "i pouted

Aki admitted, “Why would you shout in the hallway?” Dad asked him, “Wow! How are you so sure that I was the one who shouted?” Aki countered which made Mom and Dad laugh. “Because between the two of you, you are most likely to be the one running down the corridor shouting your ass out.” “Dad and your dirty mouth.” Aki joked and acted disgusted. “Oh, see, Kirian is smiling. It means that what we’ve said is true.” Mom pointed at me.

"That's his name, kuya. What should I call him instead?" "Papa, AJ," BJ answered as EJ's temper flared. "Papa?" AJ said, utterly shocked. I was nearly deafened by the pounding of my heart. Out of nowhere, I grabbed Juni's hand in anxiety. "You're our papa?" Rod, who had been stunned and seemingly speechless at AJ's 'Yo, Rodie,' nodded. "Y-Yes, AJ. I’m p-papa," I watched AJ's reaction, and I was greatly surprised to see her eyes widen, followed by a smile.

Stuti said to calm the situation like every time. Sometimes I think she is her daughter and I'm adopted one here. She is the perfect girl material for my mother. "Yeah, sometimes I think you're my daughter and the one whom I have given birth to is nowhere near me," Mumma said. I'm glad I'm not like you, Mumma. I am not a submissive like you with old thinking. "Ok ok now stop this and you both go to your rooms. You must be tired." papa said to end the drama and it worked.

I have so much on my hand right now and adding to it will just make things worse for me seriously when it’s a difficult task that requires patience but Papa doesn’t want that. Walking into the study room where Papa is, I speak in Italian, the only language he and I normally communicate with. "Buon pomeriggio papà, ho sentito che mi stai cercando. [Good afternoon Papa, I heard you are looking for me.]" My relationship with Papa is quite formal; it’s more like an employee and boss thing. It's not the typical father-son connection that you see in movies. It's all about professionalism and getting the job done.

he exclaimed. “Yes, uh.. hi Mr. Churchill”, I responded awkwardly. “I haven’t seen you since you left for uni! Look at you! You’re all grown up! You haven’t visited us since your parents passed -bless their souls. Charissa often says how much she misses you.” “I bet she does”, I replied almost sarcastically, but he didn’t seem to notice. Just then, the person at the front of the queue left with their order, leaving Mr. Churchill at the head.