Mi Papa Me Folla Novels & Stories

The butterflies returned, fluttering in my stomach and tightening my core. “I’ll speak to Dario first. He’s all about the alliance. Hopefully, el Patrόn and your father agree.” “I’ll act surprised.” Taking a deep breath and nodding at my father’s guard Sergio, I knocked on the large double doors to Papá’s home office. His deep voice bid me entrance. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Mama standing near Papá’s chair, her expression solemn. “Is everything all right?” “Sí,” Papá said, motioning to the chair opposite his desk. “Sentarse.”

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

she asked, her young voice innocent and sweet. My father knelt down in front of her, his own tears now streaming down his face. "Yes, sweetie," he choked out. "I'm your grandpa. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you before." Sofia reached out a small hand, gently touching my father's tear-stained cheek. "It's okay, grandpa," she said, her voice filled with compassion. "I'm happy you're here now." My heart swelled with love and gratitude as I watched the interaction between my father and Sofia. It was a moment of healing and redemption, a chance for them to forge a new bond.

There were over forty men killing my father every one of them had a chance to rip a part of him. My Papa looked at me with blood dripping from his face. “Faye do thy father proud!!.” He said in a low tone. “We shall never let such a child live to see another bright sky!.” The man who held me down said in Spanish. My father growled and pushed them all of his body, he charged towards the man who held me. “You are too weak to attack me !.” The man told my Papa and laughed loudly. A breeze blew and the man fell to the ground on his keels, his head sliced in half and his brain fell. I fell with him as he was too strong

Papa instructed, patting André and my shoulders and ruffling Delilah’s hair before hurrying like the horndog he is to find Crista. “I want a little brother!” André called out with a laugh. I rolled my eyes. I kept reminding myself that I shouldn’t find any of this weird or off-putting. Papa is happy, and that’s what matters. I’ve never seen him smile this much. I’ve also never seen him in control over himself this much, either. I like it, even if I could do without walking in on them getting frisky.

"Papa, don't worry, everything will be fine, I'm sure he still remains in your heart, but papa needs to let go, you are my papa and you are our king, so lead them well as how you lead us here, cause papa is the best in the world so you can do it! If something had troubled you, pray to the gods and talk to them, they give plenty of blessings. " "She's right, she hasn't been very active since you left, so if your trouble about something, think of what she said and--- " "Papa, if someone troubles you, tell me, I will scold them! They can't mess with my papa, he's the best, so if you feel sad again and you miss us, you can call back, okey!? "

His brown eyes, for the first time, were burning hot coals. Mama went to the kitchen and grabbed for the large pineapple juice can she used to store the money she and Papa saved. "Rogelio is coming. I told him to pick up the girls and me tonight," she said. She was calm and even sported a small smile. "H-how can you do this?" Papa quivered and rivulets of tears streamed down his face. "Because Rogelio is a better provider, Marco. He gives me what I want, and he loves no one else but me, unlike you," she spat.

I was feeling nothing but pure bliss and more than heaven. “Papá. Ohhhhh. Ahhhh. Fóllame más duro,” “You like it hard, Hijo,” “Yes. Yes, Papá. Fuck me hard. Fóllame más duro,” He pulled his dick away from my ass. It made me wet as I feel his tongue rimming my entrance. “Papá,” he dug his tongue in more depth as he jerked off himself. Esteban put back his dick as he choked me from the back. He fucked me like he hates my guts. And I must admit, it feels good.

My gaze landed on Sofia’s chest. Pinned to her dress was an ancient bronze brooch shaped like a double-headed serpent. In the eyes of the snake sat two incredibly rare blood diamonds. That wasn't just jewelry. That was the Sigil of the Papa—the supreme token left to me by my father, the previous "Pope" of the Mafia. I kept it locked in a hidden safe. Noticing my stare, Sofia gasped theatrically, covering her mouth with her hand.

Generally, Papa is a cool dude, but he turns into HULK if anyone even raises his or her voice on Maa, including his children. . “Don’t worry about that, doll. You are stressing yourself without any important reason.”, He said, cupping her cheeks. . “But..” . “If it were you there at Ella’s place, then would you have expected me to sit back at home doing nothing?”, He asked, shutting Maa’s mouth. “Don’t be our son’s weakness.”, She just nodded in an understanding way and then slapped on his hand for starting his romance in front of me. I want to have the same relation with Ella. I want to grow old with her and love her in the same way, just like my father does to my mother.