Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

he complained, sulking even more. “That's because Gabriel knows exactly which grandfather is far cooler and more handsome,” Papa Lucas replied, in an utterly casual, mocking tone. “What do you mean by that, Lucas?!” Papa Arturo glared at once, refusing to accept it. “I'm only stating the facts, Arturo,” Papa Lucas said. Without a shred of shame in front of all of us, he immediately pulled Mama Melissa into his embrace and kissed his wife's cheek affectionately right in front of Papa Arturo.

Papa was a meticulous man especially when it was affiliated to his family. When there was a spillage, there would be a lot of commotion as people would rush out with their children to get a taste of their natural resources but not Papa and Mama. They adhered strictly to their norms “people are causing more harm to themselves” Papa would always point out. My papa was not scared of anything, he would be bold even if a death threat was hanging on his neck. He always had the maxim saying “fear no one except God”.

"Oh come on! Don't be a boring dad. I experienced that growing up, didn't stop me from whoring myself once I'm out of the house, didn't I?" Before he manages to say anything I quickly apologise, "Sorry, didn't mean to compare myself with Pao. I clearly grew up in a different kind of household, which is nothing like you and Pao have. Sorry Papa." I pout, copying Pao's infamous innocent apology look and tone. She's a manipulative fox, that one.

I explained. Gabriel’s eyes swerved assessingly to me. He looked like he wanted to say something but held his tongue. “That hijo de puta stole my family!” Papa exclaimed. He looked to Gabriel. “Just like he stole your business. We’ve both got alot in common.” Gabriel stared at my father with unconcealed distaste. The wind speed around us picked up. “You and I have nothing in common, old man,” Gabriel spat. I begged to differ. Papa’s hospital gown whipped around him, riding up to expose his backside.

Lucius pressed impatiently. “Paul’s real father has appeared… and he wants to meet him.” “What? Who is he? When did this happen? Dad, where is this all going?” Laura asked, alarmed. “His name is Pierre Legrand Bouygues. He’s a man of very high status in France. He approached me yesterday and asked to meet Paul,” Maximus said, as if it was the worst moment of his life. “Dad…” Laura whispered, processing the information. “Kids… Your mother and I made a lot of mistakes, but I know—without a doubt—that you are and always will be the most important thing in my life.”

It could distract her and he should have backed off by now. "I didn't know you were here. Did your Papa knows you're here?" Gael is the son of the Spanish mafia and he was strictly forbidden from coming to the US by his father. But, he always found a way to get off his father's tail and flew. "Of course... not. I'll be in big trouble then. So, how about dinner?" He asked right away. He might not stay for long before his father demanded him to go back. "Hmm?" She suddenly doesn't feel good, her head felt lightheaded and nauseous. Everything is a mess a moment later. She threw up on Gael and hopped off the chair to let it all out.

His hand, shaking faintly, rested on the edge of Raven’s blanket. "Introduce me to this woman." "Papa, this is the woman, the only woman, who can talk me into or our of anything. Raven Knight, Papa." "Raven Knight. Your brother... was he Gabriel Knight." He asked, unsure. "Yes sir, Mr Morreau. Gabe was my brother." "I'm sorry young lady. If only I could have stopped Evelyn and Zane back then." "It's all in the past now sir." "Pish-posh this sir nonsense. Call me Papa."

"Congratulations son. You and Tristan are finally parents. Papa is really touched by your struggle. You deserve all of this." "Thank you too because Papa is always the mediator between me and Tristan. Thank you for making Tristan a very responsible man." Raphael nodded sadly. Breaking the hug while wiping the corners of his watery eyes. Aurora, who was next to him, laughed. Make fun of what the middle man is going through. "Gosh, Papa. Why do you have to cry all the time. Yesterday when I gave birth, Papa didn't cry like this." "Papa is too lazy to cry over a stubborn woman like you, Aurora."

“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!”

“Kalen!! What are you doing? Do you know how dangerous this mission is?” Kalen grinned as he turned to look at his friend. “I don’t know how dangerous the mission will be, but one thing I do know is that this mission is definitely related to the Gaul Republic.” “Oh,” Aledos finally understood, as he shook his head sadly with a sigh of resignation. “I always vowed to inflict as much damage as I can back to the Gaul Republic. A million times the damage that my parents received from them. Did you think I was joking?” Kalen asked and explained in a soft tone to his friend.