Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

"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.

Papa Emma said “Na God we dey look up to” he replied “You suppose kill goat as usual na” Papa Emma laughed but Mr. Ogene didn’t even smile “By God’s Grace” he replied “Na next tomorrow ooo... I sure say drinks done set abi” he laughed but Mr. Ogene found the laughter quite annoying and has always considered Papa Emma a log throat person who has made himself a vulnerable target with such attitude. Mr. Ogene is known in the street as the man who kills goats and shares to the neighbors with enough drinks

Like it was Giovanni, but it wasn’t. “Papa, how sure are you that this is Giovanni?” She asks, and her father’s head snaps up, confusion evident on his face. “You saw as well as I did, Gia! That is Giovanni!” He exclaims, standing up from his seat. Gianna winces but stands her ground. “Papa, this man has a large scar running down his face, Giovanni does not. I will get to the bottom of this.” Gianna responds to his anger and gets up.

“I remember… he smelled me and was getting closer. It was a loooong time ago but I remember how happy Odee was.” “That’s right, he was very happy you were safe.” "Oh-dee?” Gabe asked, his voice choked. He finally found his voice. Paul turned to look at him, his expression is curious. “My dad,” Paul says. “He’s the best! He’s big and strong and has the biggest muscles I’ve ever seen. No one can beat him… but,” his eyes go to Leo, “I think the superhero might be bigger than my dad,” he whispers. Gabe’s eyebrows furrow and I know he’s thinking all of the worst things. I decided against asking any more questions and am ready to ask him about school when Leo opens his mouth.

Then he laughed like there was no tomorrow. "They did not know that my children are my helpers. Henchmen?" Papa laughed. He even hit the table as if the information contained hilarious information. I watched him, and he was close to having tears. "Dominixe... This is a freaking hilarious investigation. This was done by who again?" "Crown Prince Henricus, Papa." "Oh? That good-for-nothing son of that so-called Alpha King Helio?" I nodded politely. Papa scoffed but still, laughed before he wiped the corner of his eyes. "Well done for him, I must say."

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.

I'm almost afraid to look, but I can't keep my eyes from drifting over to the man on my left. There he is in the flesh. Third son of Charles and Giovanna Fontaine. The sexy, rugged, deep-voiced, dark horse of the family. Raphael Fontaine.

She giggled. ‘A part of what he said is true. Ain’t it? Yeah, his dad is a wine dealer. A dealer who fixes the lives of millions of American families by giving them employment under the famous name of Waratah Vineyards. He is the manufacturer of wine who trades with some of the best varieties of grapes found from across the world to bring out an out of class wine.’ - Saul thought with pride.