Papa Do You Hear Me Novels & Stories

I say with a silent plea coating my words. “No,” he replies instantly, shaking his head. “I saw it too.” 'Haa…" I scoff, returning my gaze to my father. “Dad if you can hear me.” I swallow back the tears as I clasp his hand in mine. “Please squeeze my hand. I need to know that you can hear me.” I peer up at Ryan, again, who is staring at our hands with anticipation. After moments of waiting and no response from my father, I let out a gusty breath I didn't realise I was holding.

He smiled and walked away. I began to see why Lola was throwing shades at me at the restaurant and why she didn't like my guts. My body responded to Nico quicker than they searched for air. I mean, if I were her, and noticed the same thing with some other girl, I would totally flip. My phone rang slowing down the excited butterflies in my stomach. It was Papa. "Dad!!"I was happy to hear from him. "Hey Piccolo, sorry I haven't had the chance to call you back "He sounded exhausted. "Your old pops have been working on something."

I squealed into my pillow. I quickly changed into my pajamas and decided to head down to the kitchen for some milk and cookies. I had just passed my parents’ door when I heard Mama screaming at Papa. It stopped me in my tracks. My parents never fought, not even once. Papa loved Mama so deeply that he was putty in her hands. I giggled to myself. The notorious mafia boss was controlled by a five-foot-two, crazy Italian woman. The only woman Papa listened to more was Nonna, but EVERYONE listened to Nonna.

I reminded myself. No response. I heard Paris' footsteps rushing up behind me.. I took a deep breath to steady myself.. “Mom? Mom, can you hear me?” I tried to steady my voice—loud, clear, firm. Don’t shake, I told myself. Don’t panic. No response. I heard Paris’ footsteps rushing up behind me. I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Paris, call Papu,” I said, calm but urgent, eyes still locked on Mom’s motionless body.

His mouth opened and closed slowly, and his words reached my ears one at a time, after a long delay. The pain stretched it all into a slow execution, a close-up in slow motion. Richard took my hand, uneasy. "Elise, say something." His touch woke me. A pure, physical disgust rose up in me, deep as instinct. I came back to myself. I pulled my hand back without thinking. Then I put everything I had into a single slap across Richard's face. Crack! The sharp sound worked like a switch, flipping the whole crowd to silence. Richard's head snapped to the side.

Toward one tiny muscle that might still be listening. Please. Please. Please. Someone sucked in a breath. “She moved.” “No, that was a reflex.” “She moved, asshole.” Jevan sounded ready to murder anyone who used the word reflex. “No, no, no. Don’t call it a reflex. She can hear us. Krystal, can you hear me? I’m here. I—oh God—I should’ve gone with you. I should’ve—” Bretta’s voice cracked through the darkness inside my head. “Bretta.” Papa’s voice was firm, but fractured underneath. “Breathe.”

* and I hear clearly the sound outside of our house what was that the sound is like a hungry monster it is too terrifying I look at my side and found JM is still unconscious *RROAARR!!!!* I look back again to my father but the door is already slightly open and arm extended from outside! "ggguuuu.. god!"- Bobby Papa strikes the arm of the thing that is forcing to come inside Papa suddenly raise his butcher knife and strike many times the arm *CHAKK!* cHAKKK!** CCHAKK!! the blood squirts from the arm and flies all around our house

Nisim’s touch on her lips made her fearless. “My friend, tell me something new. Your Mama has his eyes on everything. I knew, someday either you or Maina would tell us about your, what you call now-a-days, relationship. Why just me? Your Mami and Baideu know about it. So my friend, tell me something new.” Papa was smiling, while taking a sip from his cup of tea.

She was solid and alive, my true heartbeat. I stroked her hair. "Papa went somewhere far away. He became a star. He'll watch over us. He'll protect us." She blinked, trying to understand. Her small hands locked around my neck. "Do stars talk? I want to tell Papa I miss him." Something sharp pierced my chest. I nodded and kept my voice steady. "They do. He can hear you." A knock sounded. Giovanni entered as if this place still belonged to him, as if he had not just stood over a corpse while wearing another man's life.