Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

It was good that Papa could take care of me but it was because of the help of the servants even though he had married another woman that was not his mate. He was the long-lost son of the late Marquis and Marquess Cantavalle, our grandparents. Papa did not know that he was a noble, and the moment he learned that he was the heir of the House of Marquis Cantavalle, he did not hesitate to fulfill his dreams. He had four concubines that became his wives afterward. Zoey, Papa's 1st wife, despised me a lot since I was Papa's favorite pup, even though she granted him two sons named Arthur, 1st brother, and Ismael, 2nd brother.

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.

Lola got out of the car holding her head, experiencing the feeling of being rear-ended for the first time, she was thinking about whether this would attract the police—— But she heard something far more terrifying than the police. "Uncle Caesar," Keynes was extremely surprised, "Are you okay?" Caesar. There are many, many Caesars in this world. The executive of the ancient Roman Republic was named Gaius Julius Caesar, the famous poison duke of Renaissance Italy, and the commander of the Papal States army was named Caesar Borgia, there is also a type of plant in the Rosaceae family also called Caesar. Only one Caesar could make Lola feel horror at this moment.

“Police. Senior Detective. Father of one. This is my wife—Brooke.” Brooke gave a tight smirk, eyes still on the map. “We fought Gallus before,” Gabe said. “Gallus? What the hell is a Gallus?” Scott replied. “It’s a water demon—nasty, crude, and apparently one of the four lords of Hell,” Gabe replied.

Relief washed over all of her fear like a river, "I didn't come to make you apologize again. That's enough. At tonight's banquet, we will meet Selene's father. Raphael Gualtiero, what have you heard of him?" He wasn't sure she knew much. But it would be good if she knew even a little about the vampires residing in Guivor. The Gualtiero family was a direct descendant of pureblood vampire royalty. They were spread across the world. Here was where they built the core of their empire,

Rafaello asserted. Gia glared at him. "Why are you preaching for him? Augustus never considered you as his brother! He has humiliated you in numerous incidents. Augustus took advantage of the people around him. He's not only egoist but also egotist," Gia stated and snickered.

He repeats his gaze still on Richie. "Guard them, they ain't going anywhere," Papa orders the guards as they pull out their guns and point them at Dad and me. "You won’t stop this Ezra. You can not win." He says "Ezra? He’s not Ezra." I say "He is Ezra." Papa tells me

Gael tried to smile nervously feeling the piercing gaze from the woman that looked like a more pretty and Asian version of San. San put two glasses of juice in front of her parents and then sat down. The room was filled with silence and awkwardness. "You should have informed me about your visit. How was the wedding and..." She tried to change the topic but was cut by her father. "Who is he?" "He..." San gulped with fear while Gael smiled. "My name is Gael sir. I work at the hospital."

“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.