Papa Jelek

“ Anika Tara na sa library. Nag hihintay na si attorney enriquez at judge Bala.” Sabi ni Tito loreal “Wait lang po bakit may judge at attorney?” Hindi nila ako pinakinggan dumiretso lang “William follow us” sigaw ng tatay niya. Napatanga nalang ako sa kinatatayuan ko. Hindi rin sumunod agad si William sa parents niya. Umikot siya papaharap sakin. Sobrang lapit niya. Seryoso lang siyang naka titig sa akin. Mas Guwapo pa pala Ito sa malapitan. Kinakabahan na ako mas lumalapit pa siya sa akin habang ako naman na papa atras na. Bumangga ang likod ko sa pader Wala na Akong I aatras. “Alexander What are you doing, you are making me uncomfortable.” “I didn’t do anything. Wait what? What did you called me?” “Alexander?” Kumunot ang noo niya noong inulit Kong sabihan ang pangalan niya. Lumapit siya sakin. Inilapit niya ang bibig niya sa te nga ko. Hindi ako makagalaw sa ginawa niya sobrang tumatambol ang dibdib ko. “I don’t know what our parents are about to, or maybe you already knew and I am not enjoying what is happening!” Bulong niya “ I——don’t know either.” Yon lang ang nasabi ko. Bigla na siyang tumalikod sakin. Iniwan niya akong nakatayo lang doon. What’s with that man? He makes me shivers by his voice. “No! This will not going to happen!” “Tito Enrico do you think I will agree? Of course not!” Pag pasok ko sa loob ng library yon ang una Kong naabutan sumisigaw sa galit si William. May nakita Akong dalawang papel na nakalatag sa lamesa at dalawang singsing. Napatakip ako ng bibig sa nakita ko. Nakatingin silang lahat sa akin Hindi ko alam kung anong nararamdaman ko. Nanginginig ang buo Kong katawan. “I will not marry her. I have a girlfriend” galit paring sabi niya

“No one can replace you.” Mas mahal ng aking ina ang kanyang ampon na anak kaysa sa akin, pero wala ako pakialam dahil hindi naman ako ang tunay na anak ng mayamang pamilya na ito. Sandali lang ako titira dito dahil sa hiling ng kanilang Lolo. walang sinuman sakanila ang sinaktan ko, pero bakit lagi nila akong ginugulo? Gusto nilang sirain ang pagkatao ko pagtapos nila ako gamitin at palagi akong sinisiraan ng mga kapatid ko. Pasensyahan nalang dahil hindi ako mag papa api.

Le soir de Noël, j'avais préparé un somptueux dîner, mais minuit a sonné sans que mon mari, Sylvain Naudé, ne rentre à la maison. Ma fille m'a tendu son téléphone : « Maman, regarde… Papa est chez cette femme ! » Sur les réseaux sociaux, Sylvain avait publié une photo où il échangeait un sourire complice avec Céline, son amie d'enfance. Entre eux se tenait un enfant d'une dizaine d'années, et devant eux trônait un gâteau en forme de cygne blanc. La légende disait : « En ce jour si spécial, avec vous, les plus précieux. » Mon cœur a sombré. Six ans d'amour n'avaient pas suffi à rivaliser avec des liens tissés depuis l'enfance. D'accord, j'acceptais ma défaite.

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.