Papa Geges Novels & Stories

Ezio beamed at my words, his attention turning towards his father. "Papa! Mama loves the flowers," he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. Each time Ezio uttered the word ‘papa,’ I couldn't help but notice the unmistakable gleam in Erdem's eyes. It had been two weeks since Ezio first called him Papa, yet the joy and pride he felt never faded.

Joining the other guy who looked weird. "Good day, Sir!" Andrius greeted politely. "There is no good in the day when I see you," Pappi replied "Pappi!" Anya grabbed Pappi's attention. Then she turned to the other person. "Pappi, who is that?" she asked her father. Pappi followed where she had been looking and burst out laughing. "Mr. Montreal's really cute," Pappi said.

Finding no other way, I tapped on the message option, then the microphone. "Papa, it's me, your Gisella. I hope you're doing alright. I'm somewhere in California, in the middle of the woods. A man named Hades got me. He...He says... He says you did something wrong, Papa. I don't believe him. Please take me from here. I... I'm scared." I wiped a teardrop from my face. "I love you." Sending the message, I deleted the history, took deep breaths and got up. Returning to the dining hall with the mop and a bucket of water, I stilled.

His voice laced with adoration as he mentioned, “It feels . . . I don’t know, weird to see you cooking. You’ve grown up.” “Yeah, I’ll be married in four days.” Pouring the pasta on both our plates, I returned to the island and sat beside Papa. He looked down at his plate, his eyes flickering with worry and another emotion I couldn’t identify. “This house will feel so empty without you,” he said in a soft voice. “I still remember how happy I was to see you. You were so small. But letting a daughter go . . . for a father, it’s the hardest.” My eyes stung with tears, but I held onto them with all my power. He went on. “I don’t know what kind of man Eros is, but I believe he’ll keep you happy. H

I chimed in enthusiastically, pumping my fist into the air. "R-right now?!" Mama asked in a shocked tone, her eyes rounding completely as she stared at Papa in disbelief. "Why not? I possess all the power and capability to arrange everything in the blink of an eye, Melissa... in case you've forgotten who I truly am," Papa countered with absolute confidence, curling his lips into a thin smile that looked so charming for his age.

"It's not gurang, (grey-headed,) Goran is my name child." "Go-gu-gurang. Hihihi." "Goran." "Gurang. (Grey-headed.)" "Goran change the U into O and take the 'G'. Now, say it again, Goran." "Go-gu-guran—g hihihi. Am I right now, Paps?" "My goodness!" He facepalmed. "I'm not Gurang! (Grey-headed!)" "But that was your name Paps, Gurang. (Grey-headed.) You're Gurang (Grey-headed) and I'm Bethena. Hihihi."'

Bumaling si Fergie kay Papa na bigla nalang nagdilim ang mukha. Nang hindi sumagot si Papa ay bigla niyang sinipa sa tuhod si Papa. Napaluhod si Papa habang hawak parin ni Fergie. Akmang susugod ako ng pigilan ako ni Zykiel. "No. Not now." He whispered as he slowly held my hand and walk back. "Your father is an ex-army general. He can handle himself."

Mama said okay and followed what I said. When we got there, Mama immediately joined us. "Who is he, my daughter?" Mom asked. "My boss, Mom." I said sparingly. We arrived at the pier and caught up with Papa there drinking Mineral Water. We got him on board. "Well, let's go." I love it. "Where? How about my tricycle?" Papa asked confused. "Leave it for now. Sir will get it later." I said seriously. Papa followed and got into the car. Sesame was steady and he observed all around.

"Mikko, you say?" "Yes, the one who always accepts our deliveries; he asked me to tell you that if you have time, you should visit the city; I believe the festival is on Sunday," I added. Papa George declined, shaking his head. He didn't even give it a second thought and refused right away. I know exactly why he can't leave the house or even spend some time wandering and enjoying the city—his animals. "We're too old to go out, Ria; just apologize to him the next time you deliver," Papa George remarked. Mama Sally agreed.

Zeline's cell phone rings, the caller ID printed on her cellphone screen turns out to be a holy name that is very rare to call her. My Papa "Papa ..." muttered Zeline. Zeline's thumbs slide the cellphone screen to answer the holy call. "Hello, Zel. How are you, sweety?" "Very good, Pa. How is it going, Papa and Mama there?" "I’m good too. Papa is in New York with your mama. Papa will send tickets for you and your brother, so we gather here." "How long has Papa been there?" "Maybe a month. Papa is negotiating with the clients here to work together to open your mama's boutique.