Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Later… Twilight POV “Mama, me dweamed weiwd dweam.” “What was it about?” I asked while tucking her in. “I dweamed saw Papa yestewday. He looked lot like me or me looked lot like him. But he was vewy tall like a giant.” “Honey, that wasn't a dream. Your papa was here yesterday just before you fell asleep.” “Oh.” “Do you want to see him again?” “Maybe. Can I tomowwow?”

I gave a tight-lipped smile to strangers who seemed twice my age with a greasy smile and protruding belly. “Yes, divinely.” The man agreed with a suggestive voice, his eyes taking over the slit of my dress to the cleavage. An involuntary shudder of disgust skated down my spine. If my papa scared me, his business associates terrified me. There was always unfiltered ardor filled in their eyes as Papa presented me to them like a product he ought to sell. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” Papa gave a warned squeeze to my wrist, and then with a sigh, he let go.

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

The grin that seemed to mock Shantala was wiped off the face of the mafia boss upon seeing his son, his own flesh and blood, feeling ecstatic in the arms of another man. What's more? Trevor was calling Gavin 'Papa' when it was supposed to be him whom he should be calling that. "Mommy, that uncle is weird." Trevor pointed at Hyperion before returning his gaze to both his parents. "He is telling me to call him Papa because he said that he is my real Papa but he is not Papa at all because... because this is my real Papa."

My gaze landed on Sofia’s chest. Pinned to her dress was an ancient bronze brooch shaped like a double-headed serpent. In the eyes of the snake sat two incredibly rare blood diamonds. That wasn't just jewelry. That was the Sigil of the Papa—the supreme token left to me by my father, the previous "Pope" of the Mafia. I kept it locked in a hidden safe. Noticing my stare, Sofia gasped theatrically, covering her mouth with her hand.

He pulled out his cigarette and dropped it on the table and pulled down his glasses. "Hello Don. I believe we haven't met or may have probably met before. However, I am here to pay you a very cool visit" I was trying to figure out where I had seen this face before. "Who are you and what do you want?" He dragged his cigarette and puffed it into the air. "I am Papi Gomez, member of the Skull '' Goosebumps spread across my skin the moment he made that reference. Members of the skull were practically people I totally believed I had wiped off years ago, saved for Ciro who is in prison.

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision. “Papa, the man you’re pointing at is Luca Rossi,” I pointed out. “As in the Rossi capo that has sought tirelessly to overthrow you and bring everything you’ve worked hard to build to ruin. You’re entering him with warmth and tequila.” After my announcement, I expected Papa to frown, rain thunder on everyone, and order Marco to bundle the man to the basement and chop his fingers for daring to enter his home. I expected this sudden nightmare to end. But nothing changed, and Papa’s crooked smile stayed intact.

Though I don't know if we need to use her force to protect our pack from her maliciousness. I glanced at Papa. He again wrapped the portrait and went back to his closet to keep it. Once he returned, I couldn't help but inquire about Carmella. “Papa, what's that in Carmella that attracts you?” As soon as I pronounced her name, Papa turned rigid, and his bright eyes suddenly turned void, sending him into a daze. Shit! I hurriedly grabbed his hand and shook him, "Papa!” He gasped and blinked as confusion crossed his handsome face. "What's wrong?”

“Just how you like me, Daddy “ I whispered, feeling my heart thud furiously beneath my chest. I saw Rael's lips curl up into something sinister, and felt his eyes turn darker–or perhaps it was my imagination? “You've been a bad girl, taking off your panties at work.” he said, his hands slowly wrapping around my waist. I could feel something was not right, I could feel his eyes staring at me like a predator. Why had his aura turned into something so dark? I shivered, this time, not from arousal but from fright. After all, this man was not just the most feared person in the city. He was frickin’ 13 years older than I am.