Papa Copia Novels & Stories

He’d rehearsed it so many times it felt real. “My mom used to run a little diner in the south end,” he said, his tone gentler now. “One day, someone came in with a knife and tried to rob the register. I was twelve. I froze. My dad wasn’t around that day. But there was this guy, a regular customer. Off-duty cop. He stopped the guy. No weapon, no backup. Just fast reflexes and a frying pan.” Ava blinked. “A frying pan?” Alex grinned. “Cast iron. I’m told it left a mark.”

Jacob said "Fine by me but don't offer me any of it" Sophia said Jacob laughs. "Okay,I won't give you any" "Alright,so one jalapeno pizza with onions and one pineapple pizza coming right up" Malik said dialing Pizza Hut's number

Masayang bati agad ng Tita Mildred niya sakaniya pagkatapos niyang tumugtog. “That's my girl..” proud na sambit naman ng Papa niya sabay ngiti ng malaki at halik sa noo niya. Agad namang napa-kurba ang labi niya sa ngiti at napailing. Mambobola talaga 'to si Papa kahit kailan. Palibhasa, Only daughter niya ako. “Okay! Buksan na ang Champagne!” sigaw naman ni Lucia na nagpangisi sa kanilang lahat.

His voice is a low gravel sound that carries on the wind. "I'm always good," Maria lies effortlessly. She is a Vitale, after all. She looks at him. She reaches out and touches the scar on his brow. "Papa Ciro?" she asks. "Yes, little wolf?" "Jimmy said his dad is stronger than Superman," she says, pointing a finger at a scrawny man in a beige sweater who is currently struggling to fold a stroller. "Are you stronger than Superman?" Ciro doesn't look at the other father. He looks at Maria.

My mom and I exchanged glances, rolling our eyes in unison before bursting into laughter. “That’s how he’s been behaving since Kiera was taken,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Worse than usual, huh?” I replied, trying to suppress a laugh. Suddenly, Papa lunged toward me, arms outstretched like a possessed man, “Mija!” He cried, desperation in his voice. I shoved him back, careful but firm, his body hitting the floor with a thud. “Pathetic,” I muttered, disgust washing over me.

“Liam Lockher, you’re not my type! If you get rid of the fats in your stomach, I might reconsider.” The young man named Liam Lockher instantly appeared like a deflated balloon. “In that case, I don’t stand a chance. I’m bound to bring all this fat with me into my coffin!” Liam said. Everyone suddenly started laughing out loudly. Maya then started introducing everyone to Alex. “This is Papa. He’s the owner of Quois Haven. His surname is Hanson. You can call him Papa like I do. Every bowl of noodle he makes tastes different. That’s why people call this place Quois Haven!”

Maybe, both of you want to separate? You've been hugging for hours! Are you going to say goodbye to Mr. Monterio? Anya, I thought you were a Filipina girl?" From the kitchen, Anya's Pappi appeared in front of her and Andrius. He kept looking at them while they were smiling. He stared at them for a moment when he decided to sit on the opposite sofa. He turned on their T.V and immediately watched N*****x while glancing at them every second.

Just put his head down and worked through operations and examining patients. In the canteen there is only two brands of sodas for sale in tins. Pepsi and Raspberry. You don’t get to choose. You receive either red or black if you want to drink something. At the food counter however, there is a wide variety of gourmet dishes another colleague of Sergio jokes. Pap. Pap, he found out long ago is similar to porridge, made from maize.

Third Person Pov: Another day, and another failure. His darn men don't seem to be able to get things right. To make matters worse, 'The Pythons', are now alert. How on earth are they going to be able to attack them now? Paul Ebuka, the notorious and brutal leader of 'The Scorpions', known for their violence and ruthless actions, was currently seething in fury. Why wouldn't he? He just lost the one opportunity he had, to destroy 'The Pythons' for good. This had been his obsession for a long time, and now things seemed to not be going as planned.

Misha’s POV Papa went to Manila, and Mama suddenly fell ill. She asked me to go to the farm today to oversee the harvesting of dragon fruits by our workers. There were a lot of pending orders, and they needed to be delivered tomorrow. Mama insisted that I go to the farm to supervise our staff’s work. Apparently, whenever she and Papa weren’t around during harvest time, profits would often be split unfairly. Some of the workers would take home a portion of the harvest to sell on their own, causing losses for Mama and Papa. Nowadays, even a single centavo matters to them, so they emphasized the importance of being vigilant at all times.