Papa Geges Novels & Stories

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.

GISELLA The drive to Vecchio Maestro Guiseppe Mansion was a bit tiring. "Honey, why are we here instead of your stepmother's house?" I asked confusedly. He smiles lightly at me. "My dear, Papa told me he's back this morning, and Signora Ludovia and Lorenzo are there. So, I'll see my Papa in the first building. The house help and Zeta will follow you to meet them in the second building," he points at a gray building closer to the first building. I sighed as he exited the car, and then Alessandro drove further.

Mama glares at me from the other side of the room where she's seated with her perfect daughter,Mona. She shakes her head disapprovingly and I take another sip without breaking eye contact. Mona widens her eyes at me,a sign telling me to cut off trying to piss Mama off. The clinking of a glass has everyone's attention going to the small set up stage. "Good evening," Papa says smoothly. "Thank you all for attending this event,as you know,I have a very special announcement to make." I take another sip and clear my throat. I look to the left and meet Silas's eyes,who smiles at me from his seat at the Ambassador's table. I don't return the gesture,earning a confused expression from him.

“The prince is here.” “Oh.” Papa shrugged, grabbing a few bottles of seasonings for the duck. He twisted the cap open, poised over the raw meat as he continued, “That’s good. I hope he's…...” Papa blinked. It took a minute for the words to fully process with him as he slowly turned to face Dad. He blinks again, “...what?” “The prince-” Dad began. Papa set the pepper down, waving off whatever dad was going to say. “When?!”

VALERIE’S POV I just sat there speechless as my mind tried to picture the scene. The scene of Hudson actually confronting my Papa, threatening him… but no matter how hard I tried, it just seemed so…weird. Was Papa exaggerating? “You know, aside from his…past with you, he actually is a good lad.” Papa continued, even smiling a bit as he spoke. Which made things all the more weird. “He is reliable, stable, a bit hot headed though and also very annoyingly confident!”

I added, "Papa Mojo is a revered Voodoo priest from New Orleans, who has helped rescue many of us, including myself, from forces beyond our understanding." Papa Mojo's iconic smile lit up the room as he embraced me warmly. "I knew we would become family," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I saw it." Niklaus, his old friend, wrapped him in a hearty hug, symbolizing the bond between them. Sometimes, old friends just grow to become family members, and this was one of those times. The room resonated with love, acceptance, and excitement, as we welcomed our new family members and advisors, ready to embark on this journey together.

“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.”

"Papa!" I really hadn't expected him to push aside his busy schedule and fly in from Sicily just to watch this World Cup match with me. To the outside world, he was the head of one of Sicily's oldest families and the most respected Don in the entire underworld. But no one knew he was a father who had doted on his daughter ever since losing his wife early. To protect my position as future heir, only the core members of the family knew I was the Principessa. Papa wiped away my tears and sat down beside me.

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.