Papa Grande Creepypasta Mga Nobela at Kwento

The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles. "Miss Holman, should you ever need anything, please contact me…" "Miss Holman, you attend Ragger High, right? My nephew studies there too. Perhaps you two could…" "Miss Holman…" The Morris family's faces twisted as though they had swallowed filth. The very people they groveled to were now groveling to me and Grandpa—two "paupers" they had always despised. By now, only a fool would fail to realize that Grandpa's identity was far from ordinary.

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.

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.

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,

He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight." Then he turned and walked toward the waiting motorcar without hesitation. The engine started behind us, and a moment later, the sound faded beyond the gates. Luca stopped walking. He stood very still until the motorcar could no longer be heard, then threw himself into my arms. His tears soaked through the front of my dress. "Mom," he sobbed, "I don't want Papa anymore. Can it just be us?"

He walked to a corner of the room and dialed a number he knew by heart. After a few rings, “ son, I have been waiting for your call since yesterday. Were you able to locate Marek's rogue encampment?” Rowan’s voice crackled through the line. Silas didn't waste time with pleasantries, “ Father, lots of things happened yesterday and even today. There is a crazy primordial maniac on the loose, he is the one creating those abominations and he also wants Naelis for himself . We also found out Naelis is uncle's mate and also a primordial, her mother is alive and her uncle is Mar…..” He spoke fast, his voice low as he informed Rowan of everything that had been happening.

she hissed, but her voice trembled. My phone rang on the desk, cutting through the tension like a gunshot. I snatched it up without looking, chest still heaving, vision red. I ran my fingers through my now sweaty hair and growled. “ What!? “ The voice on the other end was calm, professional. “Mr. Salvatore? Your grandfather is awake. He wants to see you. Now.” —————

I hoped it would just go away, but it didn't. It smiled all creepy, and it had big, scary claws like a wolf, like Papa's, but not really the exact thing. The creepy thing came close to me and crawled all slow. Taking its time. I figured out why Papa didn't bother to worry if I came back. He thought I wouldn't..