Papa Gaul Novels & Stories

‘Thank you, papa. Once everyone was standing in the room, Papa waved his hand to close the portal. Every set of eyes was on him. They knew who he was without even needing to be told. His aura was a dead giveaway. I now realized that Xander and Kai had not been being nice when they said that people flocked to me or that I had a following. Knowing who Papa really was made a whole lot of sense now. Everyone new went to get on one knee and bare their necks in submission, but he stopped them.

She then placed a kiss there and he smiled back at her. “You said papa was a captain, Maman.” “Oui, my love, I did say that.” She smiled at the boy. He had a good memory. It had been two months since Grant had returned. “We know one…Capitaine Hill, Maman.” She nodded but sensed he meant to say more. “What about him, Gabriel?” He frowned. “Is he my papa?”

"By any chance...is he the son of Marcello and Giovanna Grimaldi?" Papa raised an eyebrow as he waited for my response. I couldn’t help but furrow my brow. How did he know that? I nodded slowly, since he was right. As far as I remember, those were Pierce’s parents' names. Papa’s laughter grew louder again. I didn’t understand why he was laughing. Compared to earlier, this time it was much stronger. He almost seemed like he was about to cry from laughing so hard, as if he was really enjoying something. Once he calmed down, he looked at me with determination.

"Gael, you scum!" Next to Bram, his daughter, Gael's wife, Nery, stood in shock for a few seconds before she snapped. She lunged at Gael like a woman possessed, shoving past a swarm of guards. Her nails raked across Gael's battered face as she shrieked, "You dare to fool around and drag our family through the mud?! "You're the death of Mister Lacombe. You've killed him with your own stupidity! Our family's pillar is gone, and now you're going to be the death of my father and me!

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.

Rani’s mother blinked back tears too and hugged Kira. “I am sorry you have to go through all this,” Rani’s mother sniffed. “By the way I got a million pounds deposited in my account last week, and the comment said, ‘Thank you from the La Gualias’.” Kira pulled back and blinked. “Who is La Gualias? Kira?” Rani asked, who was watching the scene rather jealously. “Dimitrios La Gualias is the father of my children,” Kira sniffed, and Rani’s mother’s mouth hung open.

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.”

He loved everyone and I loved that about him. “I'm so sorry, Althea. I'm so sorry for leaving you and our son behind. I love Silas. I love my sons, Silas and Saul.” I heard these words from my father again as he drifted back to coma. Now, Gaius cannot tell me that I am hearing things. Who is Althea? Who is Saul? Does this mean that father has an illegitimate family that he abandoned throughout this time and Silas is part of them? This is now more serious than ever.

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