Ndak Papa Novels & Stories

“Eat, my son. You too thin.” Chino smiled. “Canada food no sweet like yours.” She touched his cheek. “You come back. That sweet enough.” Papa stood when Chino entered the parlor. Everyone quieted a little. Papa cleared his throat. “Chinedu,” he said. “You dey here. We dey happy.” Chino met his eyes. “I dey happy too, Papa.” Papa nodded once. Then—slow, like it cost him—stepped forward. Put arms around Chino. Brief, stiff, but real. Chino hugged back, felt Papa’s shoulders shake once, then steady.

As if he approves of what he's seeing "We'll see if the boss accepts her" "She's pure. Untouched" Papa rushes to say. For the first time, I notice that he is kneeling and Mama and Andres are standing in a corner, hurdled up together. These men don't look friendly at all and despite their size, they are too young to be Papa's friends. A feeling of foreboding creeps up my spine. Who are they? What do they want? What did Papa mean by pure and untouched? "What is going on?" "He's selling..." Andres starts to speak but Mama slaps a hand over his mouth. Cutting off whatever he wanted to say.

Ntando was now scared but never stopped to eat her yogurt everyone was they all wanted to hear what will gumede say Gumede: don't interrupt me when I'm talking I know that you grew up hard but trust me I was there when for you I saw your first step i saw your first teeth and I know that you called your mom as your first word I was there when you were so scared that you're on periods i was ghe one buying clothes and pads for you and I would left them by the bridge I know it's gonna be hard but I'm your father your real father you're a gumede and not mabaso. Ntando: okay so.?

I hope this conversation won’t distract him from enjoying his breakfast. “I want you to come with us, so you can meet the rest of our pack,” papa replies. “But, bringing you with us will cause trouble and agitation among us. There’s never been any human who set foot in our village. Aside from you being a human, you’re also a member of The Manila Mafia, who…” Papa ceases his words when he realizes that his response is ruffling the lightness of the ambiance. To return the lightness around, I brush my palm on Davide’s exposed, healed, burned arm, then jump into the conversation and say,

"You're always the last one up, Maya." ‎"I was just exhausted," I said softly, my eyes briefly meeting Charles's as he took a slow sip from his mug."Well, I have to head out first thing tomorrow morning," my dad said, a gentle, wistful smile on his face. "My flight to Country K leaves early. It's a high-stakes investment deal, so I need to be there in person." "Don't worry about a thing, Arthur," Christie chimed in cheerfully, bumping her shoulder against mine. "I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister."

A statement. I nodded once. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer this time. “You didn’t inform us,” Papa added. “I didn’t need permission,” I replied. That one landed. I saw it in the way Dada’s jaw tightened slightly. In the way Papa’s eyes sharpened just a little. But neither of them raised their voice.

"The one keeping Raphael. For now. Forever. If you want to mend your relationship with him, I suggest you actually listen." "And your name, young lady?" Papa asked, a smile on his face. "Nia Markham." Papa stuck out his hand. "Lovely to meet you, Nia. I'm Angelo. But you can call me Papa." "Angelo!" Momma said. Papa looked at her, one silvered brow raised. Momma muttered to herself. Rolled her eyes. "Hello, Nia. I'm Maria, but you will call me Momma if you are keeping my son."

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

The nanny is on the side and hiding the bruise on her arm. Dana is so unreasonable. Hurting a kid is not a solution either. He is not the child of the children. So she doesn't understand what a real mother means to children. "You are my real mama, right?" Lesandro said, and I still can't speak. "Papa kept on telling us about you before we had a vacation on the farm." Lesandro hid behind Remon, and I didn't know what the kids were saying.

"Hindi totoo 'yan! Napakabait niya sa akin, Papa." "Hindi mo ba naiintindihan ang lahat, Alessandra? Pinapaikot ka ng lalaking iyan sa kanyang mga palad! Nais niyang paglaruan ang iyong puso at kapag nakontento, Dios sabra kung ano ang kanyang gagawin." "Nagkakamali kayo, Don Pablo. Walang kinalaman ang damdamin ko para sa inyong anak sa sigalot ng ating pamilya. Mahal ko si Alessandra nang walang kalakip na pagkukunwari."