Papa Do You Hear Me Novels & Stories

Papa said, stood up and left the study. Every step we take out of the study has my heart breaking, and in a split second, I yanked my hands from Pete’s hands and rushed after my papa. “Papa, let’s call on Dario. I’m sure he has the resources to get here in time!” I shouted as I ran after my papa’s figure. On hearing my voice, Papa stopped and then turned back. From where I am, I can’t see his expression clearly. “Isla…” I didn’t hear what he said as another loud explosion shook the walls and filled the air.

They wore long black trench coats and expressions of lethal seriousness. They didn't even glance at Lorenzo. They walked straight to me, dropped to one knee in unison, and kissed my ring. Their voices thundered through the room: "Il Papa!" The soundwave made Lorenzo’s ears ring. His jaw dropped. He stared at these men—members of the High Commission he usually struggled to even get an appointment with—now prostrating themselves humbly at my feet. That word—Il Papa—shattered his delusions and his ego into dust.

I only deserve hell! "Hani?" I hear another familiar voice this time. Papa! It is my papa! "Hani beta! Kya hua? Tumhe dard ho raha hai? Tum mujhe sun sakti ho? (Hani child! What happened? Are you in pain? Can you hear me?)" He asks and this causes me to cry some more. More tears of mine flow out and down my wet temples, wetting it all over gain. I want to open my eyes now. I want to see my papa! And I want to hug him tightly. I want to tell him all about what Darin and Arabella have done to me.

I can hear Papa snapping. He's so mad. And Mama—she's trying to calm him down, but it's not working. I can hear the strain in her voice, the way she's choosing her words carefully like she's walking on shattered glass. My room is close to the stairs, so no matter how quiet they try to be, I hear everything.

His five a clock shadow rubs my cheek. "Tell him you love him. He can't hold on much longer," I inhaled a deep breath, looked into Papa's eyes, and forced a smile. "I love you, Daddy," The words were barely audible to my ears. However, Papa must have heard it because he smiled and squeezed my hand. "I-I..." Papa stuttered, his voice barely a whisper and so weak. "I love you all," He breathed.

The sun glints off the waves, catching on my sunglasses as I scan the deck. I see Papa sitting at the bow, drinking, the wind tugging at his greying hair like it owns him. I smile again—warm, dutiful, perfect daughter—and hurry toward him. "Papa…" I sing, sliding into his arms. "I’ve something to tell you. You won’t—" "Where’s Hermes?" His voice slices through mine, rough and impatient. Tch. He can’t even let me finish a single sentence, as if I never have anything worth hearing.

Meher said affectionately and laid down on the bed beside Mehrab. She pulled him into her chest started stroking his hairs to make him sleep. She is going to sing a lullaby when Mehrab asked Meher curiously," Mamma, du avryone has Papa(Mamma, do everyone has papa?) Du me have Papa(Do I have Papa?) Meher become startled hearing Mehrab. She is surprised because Mehrab doesn't talk about this Papa things often. He talked about this thing when he saw Sehreyar's photo in the magazine for the first time.

It reminds me I’m awake. From the kitchen comes the soft clink of a spoon against a mug. Papa hums sometimes without knowing. It’s not a song I recognize; it sounds like something unfinished. When he realizes he’s doing it, he stops. I don’t know why. “Mama?” I call, just to check.

He never did. I close my eyes and reach out through the mindlink, “Father, can you hear me?”

"PAPA BEAR" Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves. And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, ooh, ooh You, ooh, ooh, you, ooh, ooh… I stir under my covers, trying to ignore the music announcing an incoming call; my efforts are in vain; the damn song plays over and over again. Annoyed, I reach out for my cell phone, ready to find out who has dared to disturb my sleep.