Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

"You can ask your wife Lati, she knows the whereabouts of Haule's wife, just tell her to bring the woman to you." "Let's say I do that, what do I gain in bringing Haule's wife to you?" Galore asked. "I will try to be a good son to you, isn't that what you always want, father? So is it a deal?" Galore smile when Ruthless called him 'father', "I love it when you call me that Ruthless, I will do as you say and bring Haule's wife to you tomorrow, that's a promise," he said. "Alright father," Ruthless said and turned to leave when he stopped and faced his father, and did the unexpected which left Galore shocked and surprised.

He paused and gazed at Marcellus, "You cannot blame me for lacking control. Many years Marcellus, many years I hadn't tasted blood directly from a human, in the end, I...I killed a maid. So I ran. Away from father, you know what they'll do to me if the elders find out I killed a human." Marcellus hummed, a brief expression of shock painted his face but faded away again the next minute. He knew. He knew Angelus could never resist, he knew his actions that night had an impact on his brother.

Papa’s gruff voice reached my ears, scratching places I didn’t want it to. As much as I hated to admit it, I loved hearing his voice. “How are you? I hope you’re familiarising yourself with Lorenzo’s house. He’s given you full control.” My ears twitched. I could practically hear him trying to suppress a smile. What a psychopath. Unfortunately for the world, he had raised one too. “He is Renzo, Papa. It says Renzo on his birth certificate. And stop with the dark humour…” I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my lips anyway.

“Yes, but Gus has an idea.” “What's that?” Rome asked, perking up for the first time in a long time. “Well, I was just thinking, we could use your fame to build up some hype and throw your father off of your tracks.” “How can we do that?” Ella asked, praying this was a good idea that would work. “I have a friend--Jacques. He is French but I try not to hold that against him.” “Hey!” Ella said, and Gus chuckled.

"Half of them are Jake's but he couldn't come so he asked me to sell them." "Kid, don't lie to me ... these beasts are at most two months old, even if you preserve them." Luna had a peculiar look on her face now. "But I don't like to pry in other's business, so I'll let it slide ... that is, if you answer my one question ." "What is it, Ma'am? " - Creed had no option but to ask. "Have you ever heard about a man named 'Paurush' ?".

The sound of her crying made the two people on bed alert. Her eyes squeezed shut as if to stop the tears that were running down her face nonstop. All color drained from Thoma's face, his thrusts coming to a halt. He slowly got off the girl below him finally catching sight of the figure that stood in the door way. " Paige.." The girl with him paled as she whisper called out to Champagne. Champagne's eyes flew open and her expression hardened as she glared at her boy friend and her little sister Lilly. All she done for these two meant nothing.

wow. “Ohh thank you, my dear,” he said, smiling at Anna. Anna smiled happily. I dip my steak into the sauce and eat it. The sauce is nice but I could taste a faint taste of garlic. Papa, Pat is allergic to garlic. “Papa Pat, don’t eat that,” I said. Everyone looked at me and Anna glared at me hatefully. “Why can’t he eat it?” She asked, still glaring at me. “He can’t because it has garlic inside and he is very allergic to garlic,” I said.

"My father was great man of honor. A strong lad even in his early days. A charmer, a respectable, honorable man. A hard worker, one hell of a negotiator. Affluent, independent of means and very moneyed. I reckon everyone sat here, must have been once jealous. All his mates were jealous. My father was very very uhm tolerable. May his soul Rest In Peace." Gerald Gallagher said seemingly just blabbering anything that came out of his mouth.

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.”