Doja Cat Damn Papa Novels & Stories

" The maid bobbed her head and rushed to the cellar. The heavy door groaned open— And a scream tore through the silence. "Don! Something's wrong!! Mrs. Corleone... she's dead! And there's a dead baby beside her!"

I inch the door open just enough to see. Papa’s eyes are wide, bloodshot, his jaw hanging like he can’t wrap his head around the words. “I have failed her,” he mutters again, softer this time, almost to himself. “I will allow no such thing,” he wheezes, pushing himself upright. His voice shakes, but there’s a flicker of fight in it, an echo of the man he used to be. Matteo’s laugh is sharp, humorless, and aimed like a knife. He stares at Papa the way you’d look at trash blocking your way. “You’re not in charge here, old man. Not anymore.”

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

F*ck*ng hell! "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING DAMON SANDRO CALESTRO!" My mom yelled at me. ____________________________

My mama wept as she stepped next to my pater . I inwardly moaned and watched as she threw her arms around Leon. I watched him warily to see how he'd reply. He did n’t vacillate or look uncomfortable. He encircled his arms around her and hugged her back. My heart fluttered, and I scowled at them. “ You must come and have regale with us, ” mama claimed as she beamed up at him. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as her eyes danced between us both. I chortled to myself. Oh, I ca n’t stay to tell her. “ Thank you. I would love to. ” He smiled at her. “ Perfect, ” she beamed at Leon, “ Joe, take me to the store. I ’m going to make my notorious spaghetti, ” she chir

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Cat questioned, shocked, after hearing what I had stated. What? ["What nonsense are you saying Mr.Cat? I don't have an illegitimate child! And I only have two children!"] I scolded Mr.Cat for what he said. I just heard Mr.Cat chuckle on the other end of the line ["I'm sorry Miss, so if it's not your child, Miss?"] Mr.Cat asked after chuckling. The child I was referring to is the one I almost murdered with her grandma when I stupidly accepted an assignment because I was distracted by my relationship with Dum while I was still a NYX.

Adriano said. “Ignore, Danny, Adriano, he’s just too excited now that he knows that there’s a prospect of him going to New York,” Mom said. "That's because I've never been and I really want to see the Big Apple," Danny added. “It’s okay for him to be excited. New York is a lovely city,” Adriano replied. “Shame about your mayor though,” Dad finally piped in. “I heard he was shot in the head.” I noticed a slight curve in Adriano's lips, almost like he was trying not to smile at the news, but the look was gone as quickly as I noticed it so I chalked it up to my imagination.

It worked. The blond was back to her smiles as she kissed and stroked the cat. “Miss Julia, what does the ‘N’ stand for again?” Doxy cupped his face to plant a kiss on his head. “Mew!” The cat smacked her face and jumped away. “Oh,” Doxy pouted after the now irritated cat. She was clearly not a cat person. Julia couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “It stands for NONE of your business, Doxy.” Julia went moving for her sleeves.

There, I found the bank account that I had immediately tried to access through my phone and the name of the woman that brought me into the world that my father had refused to inform me. Diana Grey Kalikha. I was too engrossed, staring at the dizzying number of zeroes when Vince squeezed my hand and asked. “Who is it?” I almost brush him off but promptly remember that I had to get into his good side to manipulate him. “One of mom's colleagues. Let's go.” I said, pulling him towards his car. “What did it say?” he asked when we're finally buckled up and his finger on the ignition. “Same thing everyone's telling me,”