Papa Do You Hear Me Novels & Stories

Immediately started nodding. My chuckle was strained. "Which one, Cricket?" "Yes. Peter and Bentley, please." "On it," Edi said and rushed off. A video call came up on the main screen before he made it to the doors. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" a vaguely familiar voice called in a sing-song tone through the audio as we waited for the video link to sync up. "ARTURO, RUN!" Momma yelled through the audio. The video clicked into place. A bloodied and hunched Papa sat directly in front of the camera.

Nik's pov I trailed my hand on the soft bed lost in the arms of sleep feeling the soft sheets when a whimper cut through my slumber. Papa The sounds were soft at first and it was only then that I began to realize something wasn’t right. I heard a noise in the distance. A sound like someone crying, or maybe whimpering. I rolled over on my side as another cry cut through my sleep. “Someone help me please.” And then another noise, “Please stop hurting me Papa, please I beg you.” The noises seemed to get stronger, more desperate. I could barely stand it anymore.

I walked away from the four and went straight to my room and shut the door . The only thought going through my head at that moment was what I had just heard . I had mixed feelings , I wasn’t sure about what I had heard , but I wanted to be sure about it . My uncle left after seeing my dad that day but he did return today and now I hear my dad asking him to care for me . I didn’t know how I felt at this point , my phone vibrated from the table and I picked it up and put it on speaker , I knew who it was already .

I wanted to stand up and run away, I was getting bothered and suffocated with him for even riling me up at all. “Why? Because you don't call me daddy?” I swallowed. What the hell? “You only listen to your daddy?” He continued. I glared at him. Again, his eyes darkened to a perfect black. I understood the double meaning quite well. “Yes, I only listen to my father.” “Millie, behave.” Dad warned sternly, so oblivious to the crazy situation going on right in front of him. This man wanted something but I certainly don't have it, or maybe I was just imagining things?

"You should act with the grace of a Luna! Stop obsessing over Seraphina and focus on our heir!" As he spoke, he walked toward me, reaching out to touch my stomach, where our pup had once been. "Let me feel the little guy's heartbeat. How's he been the last few days?" The moment his palm landed on my flat belly, he froze. The emptiness was absolute. There was nothing. "Where's our child?" his voice was sharp with panic. His hand scrambled over my belly, frantic, as if he couldn't believe what he was feeling. "Aurora, where is our child?!"

I picked up my phone and dialed, as soon as the door shut, I hung up and sat back in my seat, now she had no job, no way of earning her own living and a rejection coming sooner than later, it doesn’t seem fair. I walked out of our pack house and headed for our Papa’s house, he’s always been the one person to give me solid advice and never wanted anything in return, except all our undying love and that he gets without fail. I knocked on his door and pushed it open, “Papa, it’s me!” I listened to the silence of his home and walked to the sliding doors leading to the garden out back and smiled as he was tending to his huge tomato plants with music blaring from his old time CD player. I walked

“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.

"Miss Bellini sent me, Don. Master Tommy has been crying for you. She says she cannot calm him." Don Moretti stopped. His eyes remained fixed on Luca's small back. For one breath, I thought he might refuse. For one breath, I thought that this time, just once, he might choose his own son. "Is the boy ill?" he asked. "No, Don. He only keeps asking for Papa." Don Moretti was silent for a moment. Then he gave the driver a short nod. "Tell her I am coming." He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight."

He whispered by my ear, I looked to the side, Jude was there and he whispered, “ Do it.” “ Daddy, please!” I mumbled softly. Pak. “ I didn't hear you properly.” He said with a grunt, smacking my ass as my eyes reddened and I spat out through gritted teeth, “ Im sorry! Ahhhhhh.” Pak! Another hit as he roared by my ear, “ Louder! I didn't hear shit.” My heart dropped from his words but I followed his words, screaming, “ Dadddyyyy ohhh daddy please.”

"If your papa?" "Papa is my first love. He was a great guy and always been the perfect guy. There is no love that exceeds papa's love for his daughter. That's how I feel. Papa won't talk much. Papa's just going to listen while he looks you in the eye, showing his attention. And he would not have been able to see the tears of his children." Kaylila continues her story about her father figure.