Doja Cat Damn Papa Novels & Stories

REINA I just fucked my father-in-law. No, he fucked me! My father-in-law fucked me. Domenico Gravano. The man I was never supposed to want. The man who ruined me with nothing but his body and that dark, filthy dominance in his eyes. He fucked me, and God help me, I liked it. Every filthy second of it.

I’d never seen him so visibly worn down by the simple chaos of a five-year-old. “Will you be here to see her, Papa?” Leo pressed, leaning against the table. “Don’t go to your boring office.” Damien’s brow twitched—almost imperceptibly—as if mildly offended. “Papa had a long night,” I said gently, slipping into the seat beside Leo. “He needs to rest today. It’ll just be you and me.” Leo’s lower lip wobbled, but he tried to hide his disappointment, biting it back like a brave little soldier.

One hard slap landed perfectly on the handsome man's cheek. Yoona's tears immediately flowed down her cheeks. "HOW DOES PAPA ACCEPT MAMA THAT'S A BITCH IS JUST FOR DEFENDING THE DISGUSTING GIRL WHO HAS MADE OUR FAMILY TURNED UP!" Mrs. Yoon snapped disappointed. "PAPA SHOULD BE A MAN WHO WAS ALWAYS WITH MAMA FOR MORE THAN THIRTY YEARS, UNDERSTAND, IF MOM DON'T MAYBE DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT! MAMA

Joanna screamed and literally shivered. "I shouldn't trust the yuzons. They really have no mercy. I wish I had listened to papa and mama before" dad said. "I just want to fix this problem"

LEO Matapos makapaglinis ng sarili ay agad na akong bumalik sa table nila Mom at ang mga kapatid ni Daniel. Simula ngayon kailangan ko ng sanayin ang sarili ko na tawagin siyang Papa. I dont like calling him Dad or Daddy kasi ang landi ng dating sa akin lalo na sa kanya.

Catalina POV "You're a f*cking bastard Rodri, you know that right?" A man, donned with Cuban links around his neck and a diamond wristwatch, released a chuckle as he twisted his head at Papa. The bald-headed man, presumably an Alpha, laid back on a long red-leather loveseat with a glass of bourbon in his left hand, took a long swig and crushed the glass with the same hand. The shards cut into his palm and blood trickled down his arm. Then, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and pointed his finger at me. "But, you know how to make a beautiful f*cking child."

A pout found my lips, causing Dada to pull his head back before deepening his brows. "I do like some of your songs, except this one." He pointed to my phone which had its screen against the tabletop. "I am wounded. Daddy?" I looked at him, and he pursed his lips before winking at me. "Remind me to put it on full blast when we leave this office." He said, causing loud groans of annoyance. "Oh fuck." Papa's exasperated groan had me shutting my phone and shoving it into my pocket. If anyone dared to take these guys away from me, Mom, and the cubbies; I am going to make them die a slow, excruciatingly painful death!

I’m such a piece of shit. “Dammit,” I growl, burying my face in my hands as tears start to prick at my eyes. “Dammit, dammit, dammit.” “It’s going to be okay.” Mr. Owens’ voice is accompanied by a large, warm hand pressing against my back, and even though I want to shove it away, I can’t find it in me to do it as it starts to rub comforting circles. “She’s going to be okay.” He murmurs as I lean into him. “She’s going to be okay.”

“Bianca, enough.” Father strode into the office from outside. His voice wasn’t loud, but the coldness in it was the kind only a Mafia don possessed. “If you say one more word, I’ll have someone send you back to the orphanage in New Haven.” In the end, Jacob apologized. His parents were called to the school, and after learning my real identity, they almost dropped to their knees on the spot. “We’re so sorry, Miss Alessia. We failed to raise our son properly.”