Mi Papa Me Folla Novels & Stories

Cheng liyue, stroked her son's little head. With a smile on her lips, she said,. " Alright, didn't I tell you before? Back then, mommy didn't even know who your father was, so let's not search for daddy, okay?" " Mommy, I heard that it's popular now to have a Godfather. You wait, someday I'll find one to support you. " The little boy said with arms akimbo. After hearing this, cheng liyue burst out laughing. Looking at her little boy, she said. " No, mommy doesn't need you to find a Godfather!

I suggested, grabbing my laptop. Papa shook his head silently, letting out a breath. I barely held back my laughter when I heard Mama’s voice. “Fenice Mio, take your advice and move our call to your room,” Mama said, her voice having a sultry edge. I don’t know what expression accompanied her voice. The look on Papa’s face said plenty. He glanced at my mates and then at me. Without a word, he hurried around the corner and up the stairs. I arched my brow and looked up as I heard a door shut. Yeah, it’s time to get out of the pack house. My parents can have their video phone sex. I plan to have actual sex with my mates.

So I have to try. “Pa-” I open my mouth, but the word just won’t form. It’s so foreign to say. I’m tongue-tied. “Yes, call me Papa right now-” Father holds my hand. “P..pa-“ “Yes, that’s it, say Papa!” “Ppaa-“ “Your Majesty,” Mykhol coughs- incidentally pulling me closer. It helps break eye contact. Oh, thank god. I am immediately relieved by the escape.

"Buti nakita ako ng Papa mo sa tulay, kaya sinamahan n'ya na 'ko dito sa'nyo." "Tawagin mo nalang akong Tito. Oh kaya Papa na din. Doon din naman kayo mauuwi kasi magiging anak din kita soon." natatawang sabi ni Papa na kinatawa naman n'ya. Bakit imbis na mainis s'ya ay natutuwa pa s'ya? "Oh 'nak doon muna kayo sa sala. Magluluto lang ako ng breakfast natin." sambit ni Mama na sinunod nalang namin.

“I love both of them, but I think I prefer to call you ‘Papa’ “Well, ‘Papa’ it is, then,” Milos says, smiling at Kayola. Together, they walk back to the mansion, hand-in-hand, father and daughter

papa says. “The story goes like this. It started the day I was made the president of the north-west region of the Italian mafia group. I came to pick you and your brother up from school that day, when your brother and I got shot. If you can remember—you were 12 years old while Antonio was 16. After we got shot I told you to go and get help, but by the time you came back I was not there anymore. The next time I woke up I did not see you again, so I guess you came back after Fedrigo had already found your brother and me. I was in a coma for two years. It’s all thanks to Fedrigo and his wife—who did not give up on me—that I can see you again, my dear. After I woke up I asked Fedrigo to help me

My papa had come back to me as he had pledged. “Mama! Mama!” I called “Papa is back!” I shouted excitedly like a loon who had lost his lucidity. Mama rushed immediately, flinging herself into Papa’s arms. She danced joyfully and lumbered on about her prayers being answered by the heavens. My brother seemed to be awoken by the shuffling as he rushed out to see papa. The neighbor’s flocked into our compound and all smiled at the good days ahead maybe things were not really falling apart…

I called her Mama because that’s what she asked me same goes for his father. “That’s the benefit of not having Giovanni by her side,” Papa said and I laugh at it because he was right and I look at Giovanni who is just looking coldly at his father. “Come on, Giovanni. Don’t be so grumpy and accept the fact,” Papa said. He is roasting the hell out of Giovanni while the other one is pissed. “How’re the Philippines? It’s been years since my last visit to that country,” Mama said and she seems like she missed the country so bad. “It’s still a democratic country, Ma,” I answered and she smiled at me.

“Luna Elena, don't make this any more difficult for me.” “You're insane, Miguel. How dare you?” I seethed, fighting the urge to hit his rigid face. “You know who I am, and you're bluntly telling me to my face that you're gonna drag me along? I really wanna see you do that. I wanna see how much longer you're gonna live after that, you silly piece of shit…” “Look behind you,” he growled in a low voice. I did. I was looking at my Father's lifeless men. But then Miguel's minions were pointing guns at them. My breathing hitched.

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.