Papa Geges Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Papa!" Erom happily called Chaos as we entered his office. He ran into Chaos and gave him a hug. Chaos laughed and hugged Erom back. I just smiled and then slowly walked closer to them. Damn, it hurts. That insatiable Mafia Boss! "Did you miss me?" Chaos asked while putting Erom on his lap. Erom nodded quickly in response and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How are you, Papa?" my son greeted. I sat on the visitor's chair and watched them talked. I couldn't help but stare at Chaos when I remembered what Valjerome had said earlier.

Margarita always told the kids how Mr P**e's father was a great contributor to the success of the orphanage and what it was today. Now that Mr P**e's father was no more, he son took over and according to Margarita Mr P**e was the very opposite for his father. He didn't care about the orphanage neither was he understanding about the real t and all the bills that needed to be paid. He wanted it quickly and always threatened to kick them out of the building.

I refused to allow him to place the blame on himself for the horrible things that she had done. The rest of the day was spent just relaxing and talking with Papa and Leonidas. They told us many tales of when they were younger and all the trouble they got into. Papa apparently had a wild side and would use his magic to pull pranks on his siblings. He was a child of five. He had two brothers and two sisters. He showed us memories of them when they were younger, and they all looked like him. You could obviously tell that they were related.

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.

Pascal turned around and saw a man dressed in white from head to toe. The man had a masculine face, with a deep voice and a beard, but also had big breasts and buttocks. Pascal's expression soured as he called out, "Rawls!" Rawls chuckled and said, "It's me, Georgi. Did you miss me? I had to travel for miles to resurrect your father's corpse and send him to you. You're not a filial child, Georgi."

Theo whispered. “I’m drinking.” “You’re holding that glass like you want to strangle it.” “If you don’t shut up, I’m moving.” “To where? Delano’s lap?” “Don’t tempt me.” Papá tapped his glass once with the tip of his knife, bringing the volume down from festival to regular large family. “Bueno,” he said. “Before the food gets cold and the children decide butter is a toy, let’s eat.” “I don’t play with butter,” Max said quickly.

Those two companies are partners. Their wealth. They are famous in other countries. All their products are scattered all over the country. Their children are lucky because they will become rich. They don't need to work anymore because they have a helper. Then their theme is eating and sleeping. Hey! Who is my Papa? What is Papa's name? Is it cool? Lando? Come on! I also forgot Papa's last name. Mama, please remind me what is Papa's name. Annoying! I forgot! How can I find it, Papa?

Days are gonna be fun in the pool. “Common honey lets go inside.” Papa said, signaling me too get off. I nodded and hopped out of the car. The driver took my luggage and went inside before. Papa went inside first and than followed by me. Here goes nothing.

Ghani said while hugging a pillow, “why don’t you look for a new Mommy?” Gevan turned, slightly surprised. “Why are you asking that?” “So Ghani can have a Mommy again,” Ghani answered innocently. Gevan gave a faint smile. “Papa is better off alone.” “Why?” Ghani asked curiously. “Papa has failed twice in marriage,” Gevan answered honestly. “Papa doesn’t want to fail again.” Ghani fell silent, then moved closer and hugged Gevan. “Ghani still loves Papa.”

“You’ve got a black jacket! That’s always cool!” I shook my head, smiling as I walked slowly toward them. Mom looped her arm through mine. Pascha lowered Max a bit and turned toward my dad. “Max, look. This—” He gesturing to the man standing a few feet behind me, Papa. “Grandpa?” Max tilted his head, inspecting my father with the brutally honest curiosity only a child could get away with. “He looks like a secret boss!” Papa laughed. Pascha smirked. “He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.”