Papa Do You Hear Me Novels & Stories

He kept the phone on speaker, and I could hear her caller tune until she received the call. "Hello Papa," Finally, my body relaxed hearing her voice. "By when you will be here with your Mumma?" "Within fifteen to twenty minutes. Do you want anything?" "No. It's just your brother is waiting for you. Come soon.", By saying this, Papa disconnected the call and looked at me. "Happy, now?", He asked me calmly, and I fainted, unable to control my headache. . #TBC

"Yes, I'm your Daddy and you're my baby, but there's no difference really. It's just in the way we see it that makes it seem different." Maeve looked confused. "I belong to you?" "Do you want me to teach you everything and help you grow into the best person you can be?" "Yes." "Do you want to make me happy?" "Yes." "Do you love me?" "Of course Daddy." "Do you want to belong to me?" "Oh yes, Daddy." Her face and voice lit up with joy.

“Father.” I exhaled sharply, letting my thumb hover over the ignore button. I could pretend I was in a meeting, asleep, or even dead, but that old man had the persistence of a mosquito on steroids and twice the volume. He would call, and call, and call, until my thumb finally gave in. I hit accept. “Apollo! How I’ve missed you!” His voice boomed so loudly through the speaker I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Is it important?”

“Then I will stand guard at her door until she decides to come out. Can she still here me when I speak out loud? Bobby informed and asks my dad. I just continued to sit on my bed and cry. Why doesn’t he just leave already, and spare my heart. “Yes son she can hear you, weather she chooses to listen is another thing all together.” Dad said. Then I heard two sets of feet walking away. That only means Bobby is still standing outside my door.

“Now go, rule his world. His people are waiting, and so is your destiny. And remember, if at any moment this gets too heavy, if it ever feels like too much, you tell me. I’ll come get you, and we’ll find a way together. You don’t have to do this alone, son. But I know you won’t ask for that, because you’re stronger than that. You’ve always been. And you will always have a place here back home” The call ended, leaving me staring at the screen for a long moment, absorbing his words, letting them settle in my chest like a comforting weight. The sadness was still there, but Papa’s advice was like a light in the dark, guiding me forward, reminding me I wasn’t entirely alone.

Did I hear him right or is it just my ears mishearing words? I’m being married off to a Mafia lord that I know nothing of? This is worse that leaving nursing school. Worse than being locked up in my room for days. “Daddy… you’re joking, right? Mom, are you hearing this? Did I hear him right? Da…” “Do I look like I’m joking to you, jean?” He spoke in a heatedtone. I heard him right and he wasn’t joking. I was shaking and my heart felt like exploding. “But dad…” I mouthed, my eyes getting watery already. The only thing I could think of at the moment was Peter. Oh, peter… what am I supposed to tell him?

Tears flood my eyes instantly. "Yes, baby," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Papa." He smiles, proud of himself. "Papa!" I pull him close and hold him tight. "Your papa loves you so much," I murmured into his hair. He does not understand, not yet, but he says it again and again…"Papa, papa, papa."

Was he listening to me? “Dad, wake up, please. If not for yourself, open your eyes for me. I don’t want to be an orphan. You can’t leave me alone!” Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I watched my dad’s calm face. He hardly heard my heartfelt plea. “He isn’t listening to me, Zion. Please ask him to wake up.” “Try harder, bro. He’s listening to you. Maybe he’s trying to come back to you.”

Summer POV "Summer baby, please respond. Even if it's just lifting your finger. Let me know that you can hear me." I clearly hear my dad's broken voice. I mentally prepare myself for the hateful retort from my monster mom. But it remained quiet and I figured that for now dad was alone.

His hands smelled bad. Heheh just kidding, hubby's hand smells really good but I can't speak properly because of his hand. "Huh? Who will hear? Worms in your stomach? Or lice on your head?" You should complete it hubby so I don't have to ask you questions. "Your mommy and daddy are crazy!" I scratched my head. How will Mommy and Daddy hear me? Well, they are not here. "Pfft, how come Mommy and Daddy can hear me, you're so bad hubby it's so bad my voice is so loud it will reach their house." I promised him. Did hubby pass out from hunger?