Papa Geges Novels & Stories

I peeked through the windows to see what was happening. Papa's footsteps echoed down the street as he marched over to the hipster's front door. The hipster was sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette. He didn't seem to notice Papa's approach until it was too late. Without a word, Papa grabbed the hipster by the collar and dragged him out onto the sidewalk. The hipster, realizing his mistake, tried to plead his case, but Papa's rage couldn't be calmed. "You touch my wife, you piece of shit?" Papa yelled, spittle flying out of his mouth. The hipster tried to defend himself, but he was no match for Papa's strength. He took a few punches to the face before falling to the ground, blood spilling

"No need to make a big deal of it. I can totally relate to you, dear. When I first saw your papa, I found him very ugly and annoying as well." Papa scoffed. "You only say that but you were so attracted to me back then that you cannot even live a day without me. Stop denying it, my love. There's nothing wrong with being embarrassed admitting you find me very hot back then." Mama's cheeks turned into a shade of pink as she hit Papa's head gently. "You boastful, old man!" We all laughed at their cuteness. "Heard that, baby? There's nothing to be embarrassed about admitting your attraction towards me," Khein whispered in my ears, and if I wasn't just in front of his grandparents, then I would've

"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.

He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight." Then he turned and walked toward the waiting motorcar without hesitation. The engine started behind us, and a moment later, the sound faded beyond the gates. Luca stopped walking. He stood very still until the motorcar could no longer be heard, then threw himself into my arms. His tears soaked through the front of my dress. "Mom," he sobbed, "I don't want Papa anymore. Can it just be us?"

Papa asked me, while he landed his hands on his hips as he cocked them to the side. He might be shorter then my, 6'4 frame as he stood at a whopping 5'6 high. But that does not mean that you can push him over. He still has my dad by the balls, and they have been happily mated for twenty or more years only having me. "I found my mate papa, and well he is a blinded omega that has a very nasty wound on his side from a rouges claws." I explained while sighing deeply. A storm was brewing in his eyes, as he stared right into mine. It seemed like a eternity before he grabbed me by

I asked, "Is that a command?" Mamma's entire body went rigid. She pulled her hands away from me slowly, reacting as if she had been scalded. She stared at my blank expression as if she had been struck by a heavy blow, her face turning pale as she slumped into the chair. Papa walked over, his back looking far more hunched than before. He was someone who had struck fear throughout the entire Mafia scene in Novarra, yet he now looked like nothing more than a common, tired, and heartbroken man.

Is he sorry that he brought me into the world? Mom’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she tensed in her seat as she cast an angry stare at papa. “What are you saying, George? Don’t point the finger at the alcoholic beverages! I thought you love Mario? You were a father to him for eight years, so why are you giving up now?!” mom shouted as she slapped dad’s chest.

I inch the door open just enough to see. Papa’s eyes are wide, bloodshot, his jaw hanging like he can’t wrap his head around the words. “I have failed her,” he mutters again, softer this time, almost to himself. “I will allow no such thing,” he wheezes, pushing himself upright. His voice shakes, but there’s a flicker of fight in it, an echo of the man he used to be. Matteo’s laugh is sharp, humorless, and aimed like a knife. He stares at Papa the way you’d look at trash blocking your way. “You’re not in charge here, old man. Not anymore.”

My heart did a flip when the man suddenly gave papa a head butt. I gasped as my papa took a step back. The man smirked as he used his fingers to call into papa. "Charles, come on!", I heard Master Hammond yell and my Papa ran for the man. He had only managed to give him a blow on the chest before the gigantic man gave papa a kick in the stomach. Papa swayed. He was about to land on the floor when the man took a hold of him. He took Papa's neck beneath his armpit and squeezed.

"Lies! Lies! All lies. We can not believe this mysterious anecdote." Papa Kenda Kenda objected in her cracked voice. She was second to the youngest honored man of Nutusel. She was a few years older than papa Zooba Zooba. She sat by the left-hand side of the eldest papa of Nutusel, while papa Zooba Zooba sat by the right-hand side. "My papa, you believe me when I returned from the midnight hunts with your demanded cacas. You believe me when I ask you to demand any animal of your preferences. Did you believe me when I returned with every one of them?"