Papa Do You Hear Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

southern meal once all this was over and I am holding you to that, so you have no choice but to get well so you can get to cooking. Baby please don’t leave me I don’t think I can survive losing you and my pup.” I said barely able to get the words out I Slid down the bed and rested my head gently on her stomach were our pup grows. I gasped when I heard what sounded like a fast pace beating, it was very faint but with my wolf hearing I could hear my pup. “Hey little guy, I’m your papa. I know you have been through a lot, and you haven’t even gotten here yet. I know you may be scared but everything is going to be fine, because you have a momma that will scorch this earth before she allows any

JAY: My legs buckled. I stumbled to the floor in shock. ~Papa? Can you hear me?~ Still rooted, overwhelmed by the delicate voice in my head, I huffed my stiffness into the air. ~Say something if you can, Papa~ My child’s voice. Wide-eyed and motionless, hot tears broke from me, dripping to the floor. ~Papa?~ ~I…I can hear you~ I stammered, eyes shut as I went into a louder sob.

The thought of it was beyond disgusting. Step by step, I staggered over to Mom’s side. “Mom… no matter what, I’m not keeping this child. I refuse to swallow this humiliation.” At that moment, her slap hit me so hard my head whipped to the side, blood instantly filling my mouth. “You’ll have it whether you want to or not! You’re going to give birth to Elle’s baby!” I stared at her, stunned. “Mom?” Another slap cracked across my face. I collapsed to the floor, stars bursting before my eyes as dizziness swallowed me whole.

On the other side of the room I heard Gretta slap her pussy, whimper and resume masturbating. I responded by jacking off more forcefully, the slippery sound of my hand sliding up and down my shaft becoming more unmistakable. Inside my mind a voice screamed, "You'd better stop, she's going to hear you!" only to be drowned out by another, So what! Listen to what she's doing, I'll bet she can hear you, as a matter of fact I hope she does."

‘Only a few months? Papa continued, his voice quieter now. “Before I go, I want to see my sons united again, like they were in their childhood. That’s all I ask. If I can make that happen… I can leave this world peacefully”. I took a step back, my mind spinning. I couldn’t process what I had just heard. My knees felt weak, and I gripped the wall for support. A mix of emotions surged within me…shock, sadness, and a deep sense of empathy for the man who had taken me into his family, however unconventional the circumstances.

I listen in on the door and hear ma say I'm not mafia material. "He has to be! He's my only heir so he'll just have to suck it up!" I hear papà shout back. "You're going to push him too far Antonio!" My ma begs. I hear a slap and my body jumps before I hear my bedroom door slam shut. I wrap a towel around my waist and open the bathroom door, seeing my papà standing there looking furious.

I watch his chest inflate as he takes deep breaths, righting himself. “No, we can sit here and eat, where it is safe.” I let out a sigh, “Any day now Father Aryan, any day now.” He doesn’t say anything as he returns to his burger, one would think he would stop stuffing it into his mouth as if he was trying to hold himself back from saying something. “So, why were you there?” He pretends not to have heard me, but its fine, I grew up with parents who pretended not to hear me, until I made them hear me.

Is Pia fine? “I don't know , nobody is answering . I can only hear Pia's crying voice.” His father replied and put the phone on loudspeaker. Loudspeaker ( Viren and his family can hear all the conversation ) Pia was walking on the road, crying. Her father was trying to stop her,”Pia, my child. Please don’t run like this in this condition. I will tell you everything. Please stop.” Pia turned toward him and waited for him to speak.

I focused on the voice and tried to figure out who it was. “Baby, I am here. Mommy is here for you” was that my mom. Oh god: “Mom I am here can you hear me? MMMOOOOM” I shouted out loud but I only heard her crying. Seconds later, I heard my father's voice I didn’t hear what he said, my head started to bang loudly and his voice was lost. “AAAAHHHHH … what is going on? Where am I?” “HEEEEEY, can anyone hear me? anybody here?” I shouted louder

"Hate me all you want, as long as you f*cking listen to me. Now, tell me again... are you going to see him tonight? I opened my mouth to lie, to defy him one last time, but the words died in my throat. I was broken. He had dismantled my pride in minutes. "I asked you a question, Olivia," he warned. He gave my hair a sharp tug, making me whimper. "Are you going to see him?" "No," I choked out. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..." "Good girl," he growled. The praise vibrated against my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin intimately. It wasn't a comfort; it was a claim.