Bapaknya Anya Novels & Stories

“The fact that you always think you're the unlucky one.” I frowned. “What does that even mean?” “Anya,” she continued between a sad smile, then her voice softening. “Your father was beta.” I looked away immediately as pain stabbed through my chest. “But that's true,” she continued. “You had a name. You had a family. You had importance. You had a place.” She said, each word softening after the other. “Talia…” I swallowed hard. “No,” she shook her head. “Just listen please.”

“I am your punishment, your worst nightmare, and your older brother. Pray I don’t rip your pitiable little world to shreds.” She wanted to throw curses? She had no idea who she was up against. The day she thought she could stand on my level, I’d be right there, waiting to knock her back down. “Papa wouldn’t—” “Papa,” I bit out a low chcukle, “isn’t here to save you, Anya. And if he was, he’d thank me for cleaning up his precious mess of a daughter. Get back to Italy before papa sends his personal SWAT Team to look for you,”

And at the bottom, in wobbly, painstakingly formed letters, was a single word: MamaS Beneath it, Anya had written a brief note. She talks of you often. She asked me how to spell your name. She said one Mama is here, and one Mama is in the stone nest. She wanted to send you a picture of both her mothers. She is healing, Sze. And she remembers.

“Really, Mama?!” “Yes, anak.” “Mama, I got a high score in school!” “Really, anak? I’m so proud of you. Study well, okay? Mama has many more surprises for you. I’ll do my best at work—for you.” “Thank you! Mama, I love you!” “I love you too, anak. Give the phone back to Grandma.” “Grandma, here’s the phone.” “Thanks, sweetheart. Oh, anak?” “Nay, I hope the agency calls me tomorrow so I can start sending money to you.”

paimbita kong saad -- "Nagtagumpay nga ang walanghiyang babaeng yun sa kanyang binabalak. Humanda ka sakin, may sakit ako oo, pero kayang kaya parin nga mga kamay ko ang wasakin ang makapal mong pagmumukha" marahan kong sambit habang nakikita kong nakayakap ang aking Anak sa naka tihayang bangkay ng kanyang Ama. "Kamahalaaaaan! Ang pinaka mamahal kong asawa! Mahal koooo!" naririnig kong sigaw ng rRyna habang pekeng pumipiyok.

Listening to Sophia's question Anya just shrugged off her shoulders "My father is a small businessman while my mother is a teacher. We are just higher middle class people. So these high and mighty families are not my concern. And I also learnt that people who are out of your league don't touch them." Anya repeats the same words that someone spoke to her but that time she was naive, a girl who lives in fantasies, her trance was broken with Sophia's voice. "You are right!" Anya goes to her study table and start to place it in the balcony making her friends puzzled so Rose asked

“Yes. I want two.” “Please.” “Please, Daddy.” It will never get old hearing him call me Daddy. Anya grabs two plates and loads some food onto them. “Sit down so you can eat.” “Yes, Mommy,” I say to tease her. “She’s not your mommy,” Vincent laughs. “What is she to me?” I ask. “She’s your…ahh…she’s your wife.” “From your mouth to God’s ears,” I mutter. I place Vincent on a chair and wait for Anya to give him his plate before she hands mine to me.

"Baby, hindi ka nakikita ni daddy. Naaksidente kasi si daddy kaya siya nagkaganyan." "Ano 'yon mommy?" Inosenteng tanong pa nito. "Baby, bulag ang tawag do'n. Ibig sabihin bulag ang daddy mo pero pansamantala lang 'yon kasi gagamutin ng doctor si daddy." Mahinahon na pag paliwanag ko sa kanya. Sunod-sunod naman itong tumango.Batid kong naintindihan naman ako ng aking anak.

"He treated her right. He showered her with love and care. That was why her power submitted to his. " Anya smiled, her eyes blurred by unshielded tears. "My daddy." She simply said her heart swirling with emotions. "He was a legend and your mother was more than a legend, Anya. You may not have chosen to be a werewolf, but they left you a legacy to thrive on, " he finished his speech. Anya felt different. She felt her pause racing. Her heart quickening at the realisation of what is, what has been and what is to come.

What Anya knew was that she's happy and she didn't regret anything. Anya woke up early, the next day. She quickly adjusted herself and went down with her bag which had dressed last night. She even caught her Pappi who was quietly crying like being deprived. When she saw what he was doing, she just sighed. He was watching Kdrama again as he said last night and the scenes looked intense. "Pappi, I'll go," she said as she approached her father. She kissed him on the cheek and stared for a moment. "Pappi, it's just a drama. Don't cry anymore," Anya added.