Bapa Novels & Stories

Brie's Pov My name's Brianna Quinn, I'm 28 years old. The proud owner of B Architecture and interior designs. I started this company at the age of 20 and here I am today. It wasn't easy though but I had support from my mum and siblings. They were there for me and I couldn't be more thankful their support. My company is everything to me and I don't take shot from anyone, my employees know best not to mess with me.

Ngayon nakatingin ako ng seryoso sa isang lalaki na nasa middle 50s na kasing edad lang siguro ni pa. "You have grown into a lady, Jay. I'm Franco Baraba, the chief. Just call me chief or Uncle Franco. When I saw you last ten years ago you were just a child. But when I first saw you, you looked like your father and a little bit of your mother," he said while smiling at me. I don't know him and he is the only friend of my father that I never met. Medyo nagulat ako sa pinagsasabi ni Chief. Inalok niya ako ng upuan sa harap ng lamesa niya kaya tinanggap ko ito.

Hirap talaga kalaban ng taong mahal mo. Weeks after that, napagpasyahan na ni Papa at ng kasosyo ni Tita Eleanor –ang bagong asawa ni Papa - sa business na ipakilala ako sa lalaking anak nito. Papa is a disciple of politics while Tita Eleanor is a descendant of business. Parehong busy pero madalas ko silang nakikita na magkasama, unlike his relationship with my mom.

Nate shouted as he slammed his hand on the desk. Mr Davidson sighed. " You got your mum's anger but do listen to me it's time my heir produces a grandchild. All I want to say is do not give up on making another child with your baby mama because of one major set back" " Do you understand me now" Mr Davidson said with a raised eye brow. " I do Pops and I will try my best, and I do promise not to disappoint you and that's is a given" Nate reassured his paranoid father.

Tumigil saglit si Papa. "Ang totoong Ama mo ay isang technology expert at dahil nananalaytay na sa dugo nila ang pagiging mayaman ay hindi nila tinanggap ang Mama mo na anak lang ng isang Army General. Mahal ng Mama mo ang Ama mo pero kahit kailan ay hindi siya matatanggap ng magulang ng totoong Ama mo kaya para mailigtas sa kahihiyan ang Mama mo ay pinakasalan ko siya kasi natitiyak kong papatauin siya ng Lolo mo kung wala siyang lalaking maiiharap sa Ama bilang tatay ng bata na nasa sinapupunan niya.... Bago pa lumaki ang tiyan ng Mama mo ay nagpakasal kami at ng mabalitaan iyon ng Ama ni Steve ay nagpakasal din sila ng babaeng gusto ng mga magulang niya para sa kanya." Patuloy ni Papa.

He stays in Manhattan. “I'm going home. Baba will be upset if I won’t show myself. ” "Your grandmother?" Tilaine nodded. “I thought your father's grandfather was from Turkey; why do you use Bulgarian terms instead of Turkish?" he asked curiously. In Bulgarian, the word 'baba' means grandmother. "You know Bulgarian?" Tilaine asked him in surprise. "Sort of. . . One of my dad’s closest business partners is Bulgarian. ” "Are you referring to Mr. Ivanov?" " Luca gave a nod. Tilaine burst out laughing."Did you know his daughter has a crush on you?" Tilaine teased, making Luca frown.

(Babe means father). "Yes! Did I hit you? Why do you dare to fight me? Come on!" Babe Rojali immediately took action with the Betawi silat stance in front of Alif. Alif snorted in annoyance. "It's my fate to have a Babe like this. Your son came home from wandering instead of being hugged, kiss my cheeks, offered to drink coffee, cake, what a cake! Even beaten me! Then let's take Babe to CPHB! Nyaho! (The Betawi Language means: gotcha!)"

“Now, whose birthday are we celebrating today?” Om threw his hands up in the air, his little eyes gleaming with excitement. “Ba...ba...ba...ba,” he babbled, pointing towards the window that overlooked the lush forest surrounding our home. A surprised gasp escaped my lips. Did he just say “baba”? My heart swelled with joy at hearing his first words, and I tried my best to contain my excitement, not wanting to overwhelm him. “Yes, my love, that’s right. We’re celebrating Baba’s birthday today,” I whispered, feeling emotional.

"Yes. Him. Is he your Father?" "Not exactly," One with dark brown skin said, "We all call him Baba because we all come from him." Weird but alright. "Do you think you can tell him to come here?" He asked, "My Father and I would like to have a word with him." The petrified look returned. "Did Baba do something wrong?" Leonidas quickly shook his head. "No. I just need to ask him certain questions." Confusion again. "Baba is quite old to make such a journey," The other one with amber sad eyes said "And he does not quite like the others who are not us."

“You sick, delusional, fuck!” “What the fuck?” My father, current alpha of Blackstone, Bart Black, booms across the field. My mother, Beatrice, is at his side, weaving through the crowd. His alpha aura pushing down on all of us. But it doesn’t stop me from beating the life out of my brother. “BANE! ENOUGH!”