Novel & Cerita Papa Gaul

Papa was standing there, a keg of rum was at his feet, spilled and he looked cross. "What is this scallywag doing here?!"

Alice tried to calm him, but Papa Ganda spat through gritted teeth. “If I choose to enter by—-” The door pulled open from within. The guards stepped to the side quickly, bowing to Lucien. He ignored them. “Ganda, you're back. Welcome.” “I don't need it.” Papa Ganda's cold voice sliced through the air. His grip around his staff tightened as he hit the end against the floor. Lucien's brow furrowed. “Is everything alright?” “I heard my daughter was with you.” Papa Ganda spoke. His voice was cold, his eyes piercing through Lucien's soul.

//flashback continues// "Papa?" Gulf lowered his gun and runs to his father. "You're alive, Pa! I knew you were," Gulf said crying. Alvic hugs him back tightly. He misses his young master so much. "Don't cry, champ," "Where were you? M-mama is," *sobs* "Shh, it's okay. I know what happened," Alvic said. Gulf pulled away from him a little. "Y-you knew? W-why you didn't-

"Papa, already with the media coverage that puts you in a corner, dear. Papa hopes you are strong and not stressed to the point of endangering your baby." Aurora nodded and hugged him back. It's also a pity to see the father who must be ashamed of the news that was circulating yesterday. After all, all relations know that she is the favorite daughter of a certain Raphael Gamaliel Smith. "I'm sorry, Pa. My foolish actions have made all of you ---"

Papa doesn’t have the gift? I swung around to take a careful look at the man in white, unkempt hair, thoughts firing about in my mind. It was then I saw something that dropped a Mount Everest of truth on me. Papa’s eyes aren’t purple. The head of the clan is the one with the Lux gift; and the Lux gift is marked by a pair of purple eyes. “All this while, you’ve been lying to us?” I murmured, my voice giving my position away. I heard Ralph’s cursing under his breath but the bomb of epiphany was too big for me to pay attention to anything else.

Roman tweak my mama's hair and violently laid her on the sofa bed. "Stop! Fuck you, Roman! Don't touch my wife, you fucking beast!" Papa's said angrily, he was struggling to get off the handcuff and the chair while shouting and cursing Roman to stop but Roman did not listen, my eyes widen when I saw that Roman stripped off the clothes that were wrapped around my mama's body while papa could do nothing but cry in agony.

Just as he dragged me along, we bumped into, my father, his wife, Paula and their daughter, Lucia. My father barely glanced at me, he just walked off. While Paula and Lucia waited behind. “I didn’t know you were back in Argentina.”Paula said to Gael, barely acknowledging my presence. “Yeah, I came back yesterday.” Gael replied, nonchalantly. “You know, I heard rumors that you were abroad with another woman, is that true?”Lucia probed. “I knew my dear sister wouldn’t be able to please you well.” Gael didn’t deny or say anything to that.

Gael shakes his head. Gael Slater: My dad gave it to me. The boy shrugs moving around the desk. Halo Noel: Can I see it? Gael hands Halo the leather-bound book, reading the simple yet intricate title, impressed. Halo Noel: Tom Sawyer. He runs his right hand over the worn leather spine. Halo Noel: Is your father coming to pick you up? Halo checks his watch, notices the time, and sits up. - Usually, Gael would be the first to leave, as his father was never tardy. So, seeing the boy hanging back feels odd to the attentive teacher.

Gauis last and only son of three children. “Alpha Emma.”he called excitedly and hugged her instead of bowing. Emma was actually so stunned at how much taller he had grown at such prime age. “Oh mine..”she chuckled palming his round cute cheeks with her hands. “Isn't this Edward? look how all grown you're.” He beamed “I'm sixteen Alpha Emma.” “'You're still a baby regardless. ” “Is Mr. Gauis in?”She asked “He's at the garden ..”he replied, pointing towards the back of the house.

"The one keeping Raphael. For now. Forever. If you want to mend your relationship with him, I suggest you actually listen." "And your name, young lady?" Papa asked, a smile on his face. "Nia Markham." Papa stuck out his hand. "Lovely to meet you, Nia. I'm Angelo. But you can call me Papa." "Angelo!" Momma said. Papa looked at her, one silvered brow raised. Momma muttered to herself. Rolled her eyes. "Hello, Nia. I'm Maria, but you will call me Momma if you are keeping my son."