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."

I urged, granting the two puppy dog eyes that made them fold as they shook their heads at my antics, sharing a knowing look. "She is certainly a Pierce. As convincing as she is cute. I can't wait to tell her all about you and a certain Gremory Witch..." Papa stated, a wide mischief-filled grin on him despite my Father's glare and my own gasp of surprise at the little secret revealed. "Holy fuck...you and Ira Gremory?!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the culprit as my Papa let out a loud laugh and evaded all efforts of physical retaliation from his brother.

It adds. I secretly smiled mischievously and continued typing on the computer. JOHNSER SY POV:) "Change it." Papa put the USB on his desk. Regretfully I took it and almost fell. I showed Papa the video ads I made, it's almost my idea here. I don't know why Papa didn't like it. "You didn't like it, Papa?" I stuttered.

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.

I explained what happened after I left home… “That bloody bastard! I will rip his head off!” A menacing growl echoed within the walls of Papa's office as soon as I finished. Papa's eyes blazed with fury; his expression changed from soft to murderous. His veins popped out in anger. “How dare he hurt my daughter? I will destroy his life and drag him to the pit of hell.” His eyes had turned red, “Samuel, we're going to the Shadow Crust pack! Now!” He announced and was ready to rush out.

"How long are you going to keep up this act? Last time, it was a headache that turned out to be nothing. Now it's bleeding. Aurora, enough is enough. I'm at Leo's first shift party. This is a huge day for him. I can't just leave." "I'm not faking it!" I was practically begging. "Please, just believe me this once! The baby is really—" "Alpha Daddy! Alpha Daddy!" A little boy's voice piped up on the other end. "Come look! I turned into a wolfie!" "Wow, Leo, you're amazing!" Asher's voice instantly softened, becoming warm and doting. He sounded like a completely different person. "Alpha Daddy is so proud of you!" My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by claws.

His thumb finds my clit, slick with his brother’s cum, and rubs in fast, hard circles while he pounds me. “I’m, oh god, don’t stop, PLEASE, I’m so close, Daddy— Daddy, DADDY—” “Cum.” Craig slams deep. Grinds. His thumb presses hard on my clit. “Cum on your stepdad’s cock and thank me for teaching you.” “THANK YOU, THANK YOU DADDY, OH FUCK, I’M, AHHHHH—”