Papa Copia Novels & Stories

Hindi madaling ipaglaban ang tama kasi ang tama, hindi laging malakas ang boses. Minsan, bulong lang siya sa gitna ng sigawan ng mga taong mas may kapangyarihan, at kami? Maliit lang, parang liwanag ng kandila sa gitna ng malawak na dilim. “Confirmed ang coordination,” sabi ni Papa habang inaayos ang documents sa mesa.

Zeline's cell phone rings, the caller ID printed on her cellphone screen turns out to be a holy name that is very rare to call her. My Papa "Papa ..." muttered Zeline. Zeline's thumbs slide the cellphone screen to answer the holy call. "Hello, Zel. How are you, sweety?" "Very good, Pa. How is it going, Papa and Mama there?" "I’m good too. Papa is in New York with your mama. Papa will send tickets for you and your brother, so we gather here." "How long has Papa been there?" "Maybe a month. Papa is negotiating with the clients here to work together to open your mama's boutique.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

Marcus returned and leaned in to me. “Hey Poppie,” he spoke softly to me so as to not draw attention. “You wanna make an easy $500?” “How easy?” I said sitting up. ” Wait a minute, I don’t know, I’m kinda tired.” I just had two guys and I wasn’t planning on a replay. “And you ain’t gotta fuck no Niggas,” he said. I looked at him strangely. “It’s some Bitches that wanna get with you.” I looked at him to see if he was serious - he was.

Those two companies are partners. Their wealth. They are famous in other countries. All their products are scattered all over the country. Their children are lucky because they will become rich. They don't need to work anymore because they have a helper. Then their theme is eating and sleeping. Hey! Who is my Papa? What is Papa's name? Is it cool? Lando? Come on! I also forgot Papa's last name. Mama, please remind me what is Papa's name. Annoying! I forgot! How can I find it, Papa?

I got a shaky grip on my emotional state, my voice laced with a bitter, sarcastic amusement. “Funny, Papa? No. It’s not funny. It’s just…so perfectly Mia.” I took a deep, shuddering breath. “Tell me. Was it Mia? Did my darling sister tell you I was addicted to drugs? Because I am genuinely 99.9% certain she’s the only one who could pull off a stunt this spectacularly despicable.” Papa finally rose from the couch, his frame straightening up to its full, imposing height. He looked even more confused now than before.

The first word is Pep. Not mama or papa or ava (the Catalan word for grandmother — àvia — shortened to ava as infants tend to shorten everything to its most essential sound), which is what everyone expected. Pep. Clear and deliberate on a Sunday afternoon in Sant Andreu, directed at the man himself, who is sitting at the kitchen table with the seventh bowl in his hands, explaining something about glaze to Rosa, and who looks up when he hears his name in a voice that he has never heard before.

“The remote needed the fridge.” Papa nodded seriously from the screen. “Sometimes machines need to cool down.” “Papa,” I said sharply. He pretended not to hear. Mama leaned closer to the camera. “Aiden, cariño, one more bite for Abuela.” Aiden immediately sat up straighter.

Natasha’s head snapped toward him in disbelief. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her father. Luisa looked equally stunned, unable to believe what she had just heard. Giovanni narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Do not try to play games with me, Paolo,” he warned. “I am not playing any games,” Paolo replied carefully. “You know very well that I am not part of any mafia circle. I am a businessman. I have a reputation to maintain.” He gestured slightly toward the house around them. “If my daughter suddenly disappears tonight, people will begin asking questions. The police might even come looking for answers, and that could create problems for you.”