Ndak Papa Novels & Stories

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

Papa laughed and sailed to me. "Daughter, I let you be happy with your children's dad, but if Dana doesn't even think about hurting you, talk to you son, that is not a good idea. It feels like next time you talk to me, my grandchildren might lose my mom." Papa said while looking straight at the papers. "But what if I could feel Dana's feelings?" I asked him once more, but it seemed like my dad's patience was over, looking at me badly and taking a deep breath.

"I am not an orphan. I have a mommy and a papa." Nico took one step toward us. "Ma, that is too much." Serena touched his arm, and he stopped. After a few seconds, he looked away. "Fine. We will do it your way." Something inside me went quiet. I bent down and wiped Luca's tears. "Baby, do not call him Papa anymore." Nico stared at me as if I had slapped him. He knew Luca was the only reason I had stayed. He knew he had promised my son a name.

He scoffs. "Dad, we are with a child." He looks at Andrea. "Sweetie, I have missed many years of your life. Do you want to live in my mansion?" My eyes widen because Andrea will say yes. "With my mommy and daddy grandpa?" "Of course," she happily jumps. "Yes, Grandpa," "You can call me Papa." Her face suddenly saddens me. "What is the matter, sweetie?" She pouted. "I just remember my papa." She is referring to my dad. Her grandpa also.