Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

Papa asked, his voice rising. I bit my lips, and tears clouded my eyes. "Well, you see, I had the pleasure of ending the lives of your beloved wife and son." My heart broke as I saw Papa go pale. Tears slipped down my cheeks. "That's...that is impossible." I nodded, fresh tears rolling down my cheek, and Calvin chuckled. "But that's not the best part. You see, I took my time relishing your sweet daughter's body and taking her precious virginity in a pool of their blood."

Papa asked noticing the discomfort on my face. I replied nodding my head in the negative," Nothing, Papa. I am fine." " Are you hiding something from me?" He asked worriedly and I again nodded my head in the negative. I wanted to share about that creepy man with my father. But, after seeing his condition. I couldn't. I can't give him unnecessary tensions right now. I have to handle that creepy man on my own. I have to be strong and handle that insane person in my style. *********************************************************************

Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.

"Now, don't scream. I need blood and you may be a cruel bitch, but your blood smells so good." A few minutes later, I waited on the couch for my papa to appear. "Kendra." Papa Paolo said while giving me a look. "She asked for it." I told him while licking my finger that still had her blood. "You're lucky I love you too much. I wont tell your parents about this little incident. Now what did this poor soul did to you?" He chuckled. "She humiliated one of the purest soul I've ever met. So, Chrissy here deserve this." I huffed.

The guards stepped away to allow us to talk privately. "What do you need, and why are you here?" Papa asked, as if he didn’t want to see me. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I wanted to ask, "Pa, what’s your connection to the Grimaldi family? Is it true... that our family did something terrible to them? About Aunt Margot’s betrayal, is that true?" Papa didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs. "Why, Arietta? What did that family say to you, huh? That we’re the bad guys and that they’re as pure as angels in heaven?" Papa laughed loudly. His laugh echoed throughout the room. I felt a slight fear at the way he laughed.

The pen shook in my hand. Papa groaned. "Don't do it, mija—" Adam moved like lightning, driving the syringe into Papa's thigh. "No!" I screamed as Papa's body convulsed. Adam leaned over him, his voice dripping false concern. "Such a pity. All that suffering for nothing." His fingers lingered on Papa's pulse point. When he looked up at me, his eyes glittered with challenge. "Unless?" The unspoken dare hung in the air—a twisted game where I didn't know the rules.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

André wrinkled his nose to the laughter of everyone but Papa. “And the Crone? The Madonie wolves?” Chesed questioned. André’s grin went megawatt bright. That must be a good sign. He wouldn’t be smiling if the woman was dead. Or at least I don’t think he would want his great-grandmother dead. “Great-grandmother is alive and kicking. Thankfully not as one of the witches dancing around naked.” André shuddered. “If I wasn’t already gay, the sight of her naked would make any male start swinging my way.” He winked.

Something was eating him up. "I know but you have to help me find the footage. It's my only chance to find her." Cathan and Caleb exchanged suspicious glares but neither of them spoke a word, only nodding in acknowledgement. Two weeks passed and Grandpa had sent at least two women each night, hoping to meet Caspers' taste. As smart as Casper was, he would reject them on the spot if they were less than four. If four of them came, he would call them ugly. Since his reasons for the rejection seemed reasonable to Grandpa, he couldn't force him. He rather got tired of searching for virgins and said,