Burat Ni Papa Novels & Stories

The sweet smile bloomed on the child's face as she turned to her mother: "I have missed you terribly, Mama. You haven't visited me these past few days, and I have been waiting so…" She trailed off, her eyes landing on the silent man: "Mama, who is this gentleman?" "Hello Paul." the mother replied gently: "He's a friend of mine, darling. You can just call him Uncle Patrick." The child, previously sitting on the bed with a sweet smile, abruptly furrowed her brows: "Mama, where is Papa?" Her tone was far from friendly, and she disregarded the greeting to the unfamiliar man.

He opened his mouth to speak but Papa cut him off, "Don't! Don't say anything at all. You're all the same, shameless and wicked. You will treat your own niece like you would do a stranger and still yet you can't even measure up with her. Barely two months in this city and she has all your lives in her palm, does that not make you think? Don't you realize how foolish you all are? I'm embarrassed you all are my children! A 26 year old, mother of three children is beating you hands down at your own game. Amazing, isn't it?" Then he turned to face me, "Well done, Pumpkin! Nicely played!" I let out a bright smile at his compliments, he was obviously trying to rub it in right to their faces. And h

He removed a bubble gum from his pocket and throw it in his mouth. "Anyway, I like calling him a Bàstàrd because he loves behaving like a one" Mr. Hunt replied. "My dad isn't a bàstàrd, how can you call a good man like this a bàstàrd?" Sophia asked. "He's my son I can call him anything I like," Mr. Hunt replied. "And he's my dad, you can't call him anything you want, call him with respect our generation is lucky to have someone like him" Sophia yelled.

I and mama yelled. "yes, mischief is becoming to much light"he said. He always calls me that cause Roshni means light. "You always find away to chase your suitors away" he said. Yeah I do that a lot. "But papa...." i tried to speak. "But nothing its either you go to America or you marry bablu"he said sternly. I was beyond hearing bablus name papa knows i hate him. He's so fat,he has always had a crush on my since grade five.

Papà drawled. “Fabio.” Mama shot him a sharp glare. Still, he folded his papers and continued. “It is possible, my love. Anything’s possible in a dream. I mean, you don’t believe that’s Serafina, do you?” I held my breath, listening to Papà’s sarcastic but angry words. I understood his feelings and didn’t try to speak up—not until he was done offloading his thoughts. “We lost one of our daughters to a Sin,” Papà concluded, his nose scrunched in disgust.

“Come on Rabia. I already called Uber” “Hey, don’t go by car”? While talking Murat arrives at the house. “Iyi geceler (Good night) my princesses”. “Iyi geceler papa”. Murat with his hand on his chin asks his daughters. “Are you going out”? “Evet (Yes) Come on Rabia, we're late. They kiss their father and run away. “Where did they go love”? “There is an opening of a pizzeria, by Rabia's friend”.

- The world's number one gossip. "My darling, have you learned to misbehave? Is this something your mom and dad play with?" - Anna, the extraordinary beauty? "Good son, it seems like stealing your parents' stuff isn't a good idea." - The playful and unconventional young master, Norman. "Hey, Tze, you still have the nerve to call it your son?" - Call me 11. "Do you guys know what this is? I don't know, so go ask someone else." - Puddy Forger, the little prodigy, waited for a while but didn't receive any answer, feeling disappointed. If Miss Forger went online later, it would ruin everything.

I say politely, Peter works for my papa, he's a vampire, and a dominant. "Good morning little princess, are you excited about your birthday?" He asks me. "Mhm, sure," I say just to be polite, he'd tell papa if I do anything he doesn't see fitting. "What's the pout for? Scared?" He says that's the truth, I'm terrified. "Maybe?" I squeak, trying not to show him how terrified I'm.

His voice, tiny but courageous, said, “I’m okay, Papa. I was showing Catalina my teddy. I know his name is Max.” Matteo’s gaze strayed to Catalina, and for a split second, she believed she saw something like thanks. But it was gone as fast as it had been, replaced by his regular austere manner. He nodded, his voice cool yet forceful. “Good. Will Max not keep you safe?” Luca nodded and held the bear closer. “Surely, Papa.” Before Matteo stood, his hand stayed on his son’s for a second. His eyes became soft, then he glanced at Catalina, and his stare hardened once more.

"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?"