Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I shout, he looks down at the ground and shockingly begins to cry. I move even further away slightly feeling like this was gonna take a bad turn, he wipes his eyes looking at me tears rolling down his face. "Layla listen to me, I know the things I do are scary but I always have yours and Gabbie's best interests at heart" he starts, I stare at him utterly confused, who the heck is he taking about?! "I know you hate the life I live but it's just this one last job, you'll wait outside with Gabbie and straight after it's done we'll run away with each other" he cries, but he wasn't looking at me he was looking around the woods, is this guy hallucinating? "I know baby but trust me, nothing is gonn

" Came a booming voice from up the stairs and I looked up to see Papa, anger twirling in his eyes as his grip on the brown wooden stairs tightened. Oh my Lord! I'm fucking screwed! TBC

“He was. I’m not sure how he got in there, though.” “Weird.” Shrugging, she decided it didn’t really matter. “So anyway, Holland was gone again, but she’d been working with this creepy bastard in Eastern Europe--Daunator. Even though he’d been basically dormant for a few hundred years, he was pissed at that point and started making an army of Shadow Creepers. Of course, at the time, no one knew what those were. So my parents took a team over there to get rid of him. They blew him up with a grenade, but my mom fell off a mountain--and apparently she died for a few minutes or something. But Jamie brought her back, and that’s when my dad found out she was pregnant with me and my brother.”

- Bobby while Papa is telling us what happen, JM still shaking in fear "Papa im scared!"- JM my brother is already crying so do I also but I'm not that crying hard like him "After I got outside, I've found those monsters chasing people and eating them alive, I try to help someone but the eaten person becomes one of them also!"- Bobby as Papa's telling us the story his face is so afraid and his eyes are in disarray, it was like he saw a glimpse from hell Papa hugs us deeply I can feel his trembling body, so I hug papa and little brother also

He was like a twin version of Hudson. Scratch that! Every cell in my body screamed that this man equivalent of Adonis, the Greek God was the same man that had spoilt me with senseless pleasure all through last night. Alpha King Travis Grey, Hudson's father! A faint heat stole up my face as he held my gaze and impulsively, I pushed roughly at his chest. Before he could guess my next move, I rushed to the window, climbed over and jumped down the building, praying that somehow, the moon goddess would come to my aid.

Leo's POV The air in the transport van smelled like old cigarettes and bleach. My wrists were raw from the zip ties they had swapped for real cuffs an hour ago, but I didn't even care. I was actually smirking, staring out at the dark coastline as we blurred past. Papa. I knew it. There was no way a man with his reach was going to let his only son rot in a precinct cell because of some schoolboy drama. Noah Sinclair might have the money and power, but my old man had the kind of grease that made the world turn. I figured this was the play a midnight transfer, a disappearance from the books. Honestly I preferred my cartel Papa, to my biological parents. They just watched me get locked up by tha

“He chased me like a thief, it scared me. I felt like I was compelled until I eventually wanted him. At the time, I didn't even realize I was in such a cage.” Cara claimed she began to seriously enjoy his wealth, all his money and attention, he was like a sugar daddy. It hit me right then. My dad used to be a sugar daddy to women in the past. Brittany just sat there with a quiet calm, taking in everything with a nod. At this point it seemed she had long accepted her fate, or maybe she had already known and could not be surprised any further.

The words would not leave my head. I pressed my palm to my chest, breathing slowly. Papa had always been Papa. Quiet, tired, gentle in his own way. A man who struggled to provide, a man whose sickness had become part of our daily lives. There was nothing godlike about him. Nothing ancient. Nothing powerful. So why did Horris say that? I opened my eyes again and scanned the room. “If this is some kind of joke,” I said quietly, “it is not funny.” Silence answered me.

I slide my purse down my shoulder as I open the new text from Dex. DEX: Want me to come over for a while? My subconscious bites back at me, knowing my reply is everything but the truth. ME: No. I'm trying to focus on that project Mrs Walker gave us. "Is everything alright?" Peter asks beside me and I shut the screen. "Everything is. Where are we headed?" "You'll see. " He answers, drumming his fingers against the wheel as he drives down my street. ~ "Have you ever done this before?" Peter asks as he crouches before me to remove my shoes and I look around us at the other people moving across the ice. I drop my gaze to him again. "I haven't. "

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.