Doja Cat Damn Papa Novels & Stories

“Mama says I’m pretty and dangerous.” Theo’s gaze met mine over their heads. “You said that?” I shrugged. “I need her to grow up with standards.” “You’re raising a villain origin story,” Theo said flatly. “I’m raising a future boss,” I shot back. “If she decides to destroy the world, at least she’ll do it in a good dress.” Max was already seated, holding his arepa with both hands like it was a sacred artifact. Issa was drowning her scrambled eggs in ketchup without a single regard for the original flavor. Theo stared at his plate like he’d just been served in a commercial.

"I didn't see anything." Something shifted in his expression then. Not quite a smile but more like a man who had heard exactly the lie he expected. "Mia Russo. Twenty four. Carver Street third floor unit 7B." He paused just long enough to make it hurt. "You have a cat named Biscuit." The ground felt completely unsteady under my feet. "Please." The word tore out of me before I could stop it and I hated myself the moment it did. "I won't tell anyone I swear I won't say a single word about tonight just please let me go home."

"Yes I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Papi. I'm so sorry.." What the hell did I do to him? Suddenly he let's go of my arms and hugs me really tight. I feel myself relaxing. Until I hear, "You don't have anything to be sorry for Mate. Dagonae is an asshole! He had no right to yell at you! Are you okay?" Mate?! 'Oh Goddess. I think it's Kane!' Ja'el mumbles nervously. Oh no...

Chapter 25 Denver’s POV I shoved hard against Horace’s chest, my palms slipping slightly over the expensive fabric of his shirt. “You’re crazy,” I hissed, my voice cracking with disbelief. “You can’t seriously be saying you’d get rid of your own son just to have me. That’s insane. That’s… that’s demonic.”

"Stinky Papa! Stinky Papa!" Chloe and Chris stood and watched with their adorable faces. They looked slightly frightened by Papa's soccer skills. "Ah! I don't want to play anymore!" Chloe immediately rushed to Mama's side and hugged her legs. "It's fine. It's fine…" Anne held Chloe's hand and walked toward Charlie, who was still bawling. "Charlie, does your head hurt? Let me have a look." "I don't want Papa anymore!" Charlie got on his feet and was very angry. "Papa is not my Papa anymore!"

"JENO! WHY DID YOU FALL YOUR DONATE! DO YOU WANT MOM TO FIRE YOUR CHILD HA??! !" 'Poor Jeno'.

“God knows I already have enough problems with your cats—” “They’re my children, Ma.” “—and now my own daughter is staring at the table like a zombie!” I nudged my spoon, slowly. Papa’s eyes met mine from the other end of the table. Calm, as always. His low voice slipped between Mama’s scolding. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "They are like... six different flavors of Doom. It’s a Doom Buffet." Mama D, the only woman I knew who could look scary while wearing a floral robe and holding a cigarette, blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. She looked us over like a mother hen guarding a bunch of sparkly chicks, "They’re Capones, G."

"Sofia is on her knees for you! This is a humiliation that violates family Onore! What more do you want? Even an execution needs a trial!" "I told you, she's my sister. As a Il Papa, why are you so petty?" "Open the gate and let us in! If you behave and stop throwing this tantrum, the position of Underboss is still yours." I looked down at this man and woman, who seemed to have the intelligence of single-celled organisms. I didn't even have the urge to pull my gun anymore. I just felt a deep, profound sadness. For fifteen years, I had fed my soul to these mongrels.

Even his dada is afraid of his papa when angry. He is so doomed. *****😔😔*****