Novel & Cerita Papa Gaul

Then Luke showed us a presentation of his new software. It was just a 3 minute video presentation but no one was able to say a single word when it was finished. His mom was teary eyed. She was very proud of him, I know that. “You're amazing, son. You really are.” His father exclaimed. I can also see how my parents were very proud of their future son in law. “Is this how you found them?” Mr.Wilson asked. “Yes.Caleb will show you the files now.” Caleb started showing us about Galatea. And father was telling the truth. She was really my aunt.

Since Archard brought up the topic first "Papa, do you remember Clara, the vintner's daughter from Bordeaux?' Archard paused and tried to dig back into his memory. There was only one vintner from Bordeaux whose daughter he had ever seen, it must be a Bellavance. Of course he did, remembered the girl as a soft delicate girl with a bright smile, she was polite and fun loving, on top of that she was also highly beautiful, she was simply stunning, how could he forget such a face.

"Mama, your name is also in Papa's name!" Anne smiled. "Yes, but only half of my name. Close your eyes and sleep." Chloe did not close her eyes. Next to her was her brother, and next to her brother was Anthony. Then, she asked, "Papa, how do you spell your name?" "I know!" Charlie turned over and raised his head. "It's A-n-t-h-o-n-y! Only half of Mama's name is there!" "Lie down." Anthony pushed Charlie's head down directly.

“No, that’s wrong. It’s papa!” “Mama! Mama!” Galen chuckled, clapping his hands. “No, mama isn’t back yet. Call me papa!” Alexander put on a straight face and tried to make his son call him his father. ‘How dare this brat go against me at such a young age?’ “Mama! Mama! Hahaha!”

There are too many Cavanaughs here. "Mom, I want a little sister. Saul's face is getting boring," Daumier requested while holding his wine glass. He still had it with him. "Shut the fuck up, Daumier," Saul protested, approaching his father. "Saul, how many times have I told you to call him 'kuya'?" Ms. Lauren lectured Saul, who was next to Augustus Cavanaugh. "Disgusting, Ma," Saul replied as he was busy drying his hair with a frown on his face.

Father hated to be interrupted and embarrassed during a torture session. Paulo walked over stiffly. “Yes, Father?” His voice shook. Father hated when his voice shook. Papa looked up at Paulo, his lips already curling in disgust. “What did I tell you about that voice? You’re not a woman, boy. Speak loud and proud.” “Yes, Father.” Paulo repeated, his fingers drumming against his leg nervously. “Pick up that knife. I want to see the guts in him that encouraged him to take my money.” “Darko! Please!”

“Salvatore, your father was Paulo DeMarco’s son.” Papa swayed on his feet and put his hand to his chest. “Nonna,” he gasped. I rushed over to Papa and took him to a chair. Papa looked over at Paulo DeMarco, as did I. I never noticed his eyes before now. Staring back at me was my own. The same ocean blue eyes that belonged to my Nonno and my father.

I was about to continue with my speech but bit down on my tongue when I realized what I was about to tell him. “Papa, it is not what you think,” I started to say but he beat me to it. "Why are you hanging around with that Hooligan, my child?" Papa asked, his voice slightly raised. He never liked Gaston and I doubt he ever would. I was about to make a comment on that when a crashing sound filled the space around us. "Did you hear that?" I asked my papa and the fear on his face returned. “Yes my child, he is here,” he whispered so slowly if I wasn’t paying attention I wouldn’t have heard him.

The flies were already beginning to buzz and vultures circled overhead. We were led forward, walking over the dead bodies of our people who had given their lives for our failed escape attempt. "Oh look. Your family has joined us." Papa was on his knees chained with silver, bloody and battered. He began to struggle anew as he saw us. "How touching." The man mocked. Then the man kicked Papa in the head so he hit the ground. He grabbed Papa's hair, lifting his face off the ground. "Never thought I'd see the day Julian Romano kissed the ground beneath my feet." He gave a cruel laugh and I recognized him at once.

I urged, granting the two puppy dog eyes that made them fold as they shook their heads at my antics, sharing a knowing look. "She is certainly a Pierce. As convincing as she is cute. I can't wait to tell her all about you and a certain Gremory Witch..." Papa stated, a wide mischief-filled grin on him despite my Father's glare and my own gasp of surprise at the little secret revealed. "Holy fuck...you and Ira Gremory?!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the culprit as my Papa let out a loud laugh and evaded all efforts of physical retaliation from his brother.