Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

Dionysus' father, Cronus Chevalier, still so good-looking even in his pajamas and even at his old age, shouted in anger. "That fucktard must have a very reasonable reason for this, or else he or she will know what a Chevalier can fucking do to someone they hate." Gaia Chevalier ranted as well, beside her husband. She was already in her sultry nightgown and still looking undeniably gorgeous even with some white hairs on the back of her head.

Alexei Volkov remained as lethal and heartless as he was just few days prior, a chilling presence that reverberated deep within my bones. I swallow hard, fighting the urge to look away like a coward. Once again, his presence made me feel alternately hot and cold. Papa's throat emitted a soft clearing note, drawing my gaze towards him like a beguiling escape from the captivating pull of Alexei's mysterious, bewitching eyes. “Rara,” Papa said gravely. “You’ve met Antonio Romano and his son, Stefan.” Years of politeness training propel my response. “Yes, of course. Hello again. It’s nice to see you both.”

Tie asked lightly. “Always,” Papa said dryly, his tone grave. “They are cooking.” Tie’s eyebrows rose at the grimness in Papa’s voice. “I survived captivity, a magical coma, and your daughter invading my dream world,” Tie said, his tone dry. “I think I can survive breakfast.” Papa looked down at Gwen, then Christina, as if weighing the strategic consequences of releasing his newest heirs into another male’s arms. Tie held out both hands with the calm confidence of a man who had already been accepted into the family and still knew better than to test Papa too much.

And I, perhaps, too slow? "Gustavo Puglia? Giotto Puglia's son?" Aurelio makes a disapproving sound at the back of his throat. "You're mad. You're all mad." His son? He's Giotto's son? I look at the man. His expression is completely neutral. Never would I ever have guessed that this man is a Puglia. He looks nothing like his father, at

And if Papa thought I was just going to sit down without saying a word in the same room with the man who had the nerve to punch me in the face, he had another thing coming. Papa had to know one of his children inherited a full dose of his stubbornness. “I’m sitting, Papa. Now, I need to know what the hell is going on and why this man is here.” “Thisman, principessa,” he pointed a shaky finger to a grinning Luca, “E il Messia.” He is the messiah. Papa’s illness had worsened. That was the only possible explanation for whatever lunacy he was experiencing now. Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision.

“Garius, you old bastard you’re still alive.” Garius laughed with the man. He pushed away from him and slapped him hard on the shoulder. “Angus!” he was smiling in a way he never smiled at her. Papa walked into the room, he didn’t notice her because he was watching the man called Angus and Garius greet each other with a proud smile on his face. “The runaway prince,” Garius said to the man. “The only one who solely traveled the world, even your tongue sounds different now.” “I have been in many places it is only fair that I should speak like this now. Now, I haven’t seen my sister-in-law yet but where is my niece?”

Could I call him Grandpa too? “Wait a second…” Grandpa leaned forward to get a better look at me. “Is she the girl you told me about?” “Yes, Dad, that’s her.” “Interesting! Very interesting!” He leaned back in his chair with a playful grin on his face. “Eliza, I’d like to introduce you to my father, Saulo. He’s the director and supervisor of the training grounds—and the one who decides who’s fit to join the guard and who gets benched as a reserve.”

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.

“Papa…you’re not thinking straight. Werewolves don’t exist.” “They do! And they’re going to come after you. You need to hide, cupcake!” Papa coughs. I rub his back to calm him down. “There’s no such thing like that, Papa. Let’s get you to sleep.” He shakes his head frantically. “Listen to me! They exist. And they are not just werewolves, they’re predators, Rhea. Dangerous ones. They rule all of us in silence. I’ve tried my best to hide you from them as much as I can.”

I hesitated, then admitted quietly, “I already pulled every cent of my investment from Caelen’s casino. But it looks like I still lost a bit.” He shook his head. “You didn’t lose anything,” he said firmly. “If a little money is all it took to show us the kind of man he really is, then I consider it well spent. I can make more money, Kiva. But I only have one daughter.” “Papa…” I didn’t know what else to say. My throat tightened. Papa’s expression shifted. “Actually, Kiva,” he said slowly, “there’s someone I’d like you to meet today.”