Papa Copia Novels & Stories

I reciprocated with a smile, casting my eyes around the room, unsure of how best to convey my thoughts and emotions in that moment. With a composed tone, I responded, "Italy is truly amazing. I recently visited Taormina, and it was a captivating frontier to explore." I couldn't help but wonder what Papa was anticipating, considering his cunning nature. I hoped my answer would meet his expectations. "Interesting," Papa replied, nodding his head as his gaze shifted towards Antonio. Antonio maintained his composure, engrossed in his food. I wasn't quite sure what he was eating; it was a dish I had never seen before.

His words reverberate through my mind like a relentless drumbeat, leaving me staring at him in utter shock. It's a recurring pattern - always papa. I should have seen this coming, Richie is just a puppet of Papa, he’s always been. Full of disbelief I question "Papa?" I couldn’t help but scoff immediately "I didn’t know you’re still Papa’s puppet, doing whatever Papa wants, whenever Papa wants. You never seem to have a mind of your own, Richie."

"But Papa, you told us stories of how gruesome Don Diego was, how he had everyone shivering at the smell of his perfume. How he is thirty-one but has a heart of thousand years experience." "How come you are forgetting the part where I said that he was good-looking and if one was not in his trap they would easily miss the details of how heartless he was?" Her Papa cut her halfway. Ravenna had not seen him in person but from the stories Papa told about him, he was not one to be messed with. This was happening because Papa gambled in his casino and now owes him a great fortune. "Papa, but why? She asked "I thought Mariana was already taken. Why do I need to go to Diego?

My heart did a flip when the man suddenly gave papa a head butt. I gasped as my papa took a step back. The man smirked as he used his fingers to call into papa. "Charles, come on!", I heard Master Hammond yell and my Papa ran for the man. He had only managed to give him a blow on the chest before the gigantic man gave papa a kick in the stomach. Papa swayed. He was about to land on the floor when the man took a hold of him. He took Papa's neck beneath his armpit and squeezed.

During work, the image of his angry eyes would come up in my head. I think about him all the time. I miss him. I miss him so much. This flour is making my hands hurt. I am actually preparing sausage. Gosh why is it so stressful today? It is not always like this..... "Ma'am Cora!" I heard Nico's voice yell out. Nico is one of the chefs. A very playful one. He is approaching. Everyone is looking at him. "Ma'am Cora" "Yes Nico?" "The cops are here for you"

Additionally, as a person who has motives, I cannot consider them as friends. "Elijah." Papa introduced himself and did not pay attention to Erenea. He's now busy looking at the sentinels a few yards away. "You two are so beautiful, Apo. I'm Sicario by the way." Grandpa introduced him. He beamed at Erenea. If I didn't know this Grandpa, I would think that he was impressing Erenea. But I know my grandfather will never do that. Everything he does has a reason.

"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."

naiinis kong sabi sabay kamot sa ulo ko. "Okay! Okay! Wala na kung wala. Pero gusto namin s'ya makilala ng Mama mo." wika ni Papa na kinatango naman ni Mama. "Bukas po pupunta s'ya dito." walang emosyon kong sabi na kinagulat nila. "Talaga 'nak? Alam n'ya ba na birthday mo? Ano ang ihahanda ko? Gusto ba niya ng crema, salad, spaghetti, palabok...."

“This might not be a secure line, Papa. Be careful of your words.” “I am using a secure line. See, do the needful so that I,” Papa continued, “will finally get that shipment from Riccardo. Those girls are our source of livelihood. We are not as rich as the Dominicos to deal in legitimate business.” “So this is about your deal,” I said bitterly. “It’s always about the deal,” Papa replied. “It's about protecting my investment and you, my daughter is one. How many times will I say that? Save your Papa some face, will you? Stop acting like a spoiled brat.”

My best bet was no. Today, I would be visiting Papa's company for a collaboration. It was something that could be discussed over a video call with both parties present, but for some reason, Papa wanted a physical meeting. I was slightly shocked when Steve came to me saying that Dice had approved of the meetup. Was I happy about the meeting? Well, I was a little in-between at the moment. Meanwhile, Pablo and Louis could not stop talking about how cool it was that I was Papa's daughter. After Dice's company, Papa's was the most affluent.