Bapa Novels & Stories

"Mama, your name is also in Papa's name!" Anne smiled. "Yes, but only half of my name. Close your eyes and sleep." Chloe did not close her eyes. Next to her was her brother, and next to her brother was Anthony. Then, she asked, "Papa, how do you spell your name?" "I know!" Charlie turned over and raised his head. "It's A-n-t-h-o-n-y! Only half of Mama's name is there!" "Lie down." Anthony pushed Charlie's head down directly.

He was built like a fucking bear. Vanka got up from the couch and looked at her grandkids, saying, "hi, I am Vanka. You can call me Baba Vanka if you want. It means grandma." "Baba Vanka?" Reid said, coming forward. "Yes, my bunny. What is your name?" He extended his hand, "I am Reid."

I hear him say the words are like an arrow to my heart, as I turn left leaving him there. "mommy, mommy stop we leaving Zach " tears fall in their own accord "he has stay baby OK we going to see papa " he goes quite his small face confused maybe one day I will tell him about his father thats a big maybe Zach needs to be institutionalise he's a danger to everyone.

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

she insisted. SLAP! My palm landed on her cheeks. “What? You do not want to face reality? Aren’t you going to leave the city tomorrow?” She gave me a daunting look. “This guy here is mine, he is my son’s father and I will make sure to make him cut off all ties with you and your miserable daughter.” SLAP! My palms landed on her cheeks again. Malcolm didn’t bother to stop me, he just stood there, watching everything unfold. “Malcolm,” I called. Like an obedient little boy, desperate to get something from his mum, he came to me immediately.

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Not that we ever had those. I mean if you haven't realized at this point, my dad and I have a very complex relationship. I knocked twice before his deep voice called out, “Come in.” Steeling myself, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Baba sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his fingers laced together in front of him. His expression was unreadable—calm, composed, yet carrying an undercurrent of something else. Something I didn't want to decipher. “Do you remember, Adira, when I asked you about Mr. Karas’s credibility? And you assured me you were confident in his status?”

That was personal. Wait. A new boss. Me: Baba, how many others were fired? He sighed. Baba: That’s what I don’t understand. Only me. Nobody else. Realization hit me like ice water. Me: Baba… do you remember the boss’s name? He scratched his head, thinking. Baba: I don’t remember. Only this— Uska akhri naam ek rang tha, lekin mujhe yaad nahi hai. (His last name was a color, but I don’t remember.)

Catherine said "This is different mom. Also, I'm not sure I'm ready to tell him". Jewel replied "Alright dear. Do whatever you're comfortable with. Once again, I'm sorry for not being able to assist you" her mother responded "It's okay, mum. Take care of yourself and I'll see you soon. I love you."Jewel said and hung up. She could not afford to pay a babysitter, also, her neighbor Mrs Henderson wasn't around to help her, looks like she had no choice but to take him with her.

his Papa shot back, just as another plate flew past. Two plates, down. “Find a way, that’s what I want you to do!” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He never knew what to do whenever his parents fought. It was always like this whenever his father came home without money. Maybe it was the stress of life, but his Mama was always hot-headed. “Who are you?” His eyes snapped open when he heard his Mama’s voice again. Paolo wasn’t by his side anymore. Rey Jhon peeked inside—and there he was, talking to his Mama. He even saw Paolo hand her money.