Papa Kok Novels & Stories

Those two companies are partners. Their wealth. They are famous in other countries. All their products are scattered all over the country. Their children are lucky because they will become rich. They don't need to work anymore because they have a helper. Then their theme is eating and sleeping. Hey! Who is my Papa? What is Papa's name? Is it cool? Lando? Come on! I also forgot Papa's last name. Mama, please remind me what is Papa's name. Annoying! I forgot! How can I find it, Papa?

"Anak kamusta ang lakad mo kahapon?" Tanong ni Papa sa akin ng maibaba niya ang kape na iniinom niya. "Okay naman po pa. Natanggap ako bilang isang extra DJ pero hindi nga lang full-time. Okay na rin sa akin 'yon," masayang balita ko at ininom ang tsaa na ginawa ko kanina. Alas otso na sa umaga at naabutan ko si papa dito sa sala malapit sa sliding window glass na nakaupo at nagbabasa ng dyaryo.

Those two companies are partners. Their wealth. They are famous in other countries. All their products are scattered all over the country. Their children are lucky because they will become rich. They don't need to work anymore because they have a helper. Then their theme is eating and sleeping. Hey! Who is my Papa? What is Papa's name? Is it cool? Lando? Come on! I also forgot Papa's last name. Mama, please remind me what is Papa's name. Annoying! I forgot! How can I find it, Papa?

dad said, standing up from his seat. “Okay” papa Pat said, standing up from his seat. Papa, Pat is a 70 years old man, and he looks 50, he is very strong. If not because of his white beards and hair, you won’t even know he is up to 70. We all went to the dining room, but a hand grabbed me back harshly.

The first word is Pep. Not mama or papa or ava (the Catalan word for grandmother — àvia — shortened to ava as infants tend to shorten everything to its most essential sound), which is what everyone expected. Pep. Clear and deliberate on a Sunday afternoon in Sant Andreu, directed at the man himself, who is sitting at the kitchen table with the seventh bowl in his hands, explaining something about glaze to Rosa, and who looks up when he hears his name in a voice that he has never heard before.

He's an attractive guy for sure. Maybe she has a thing for older men, and I'm not opposed to that... "Thank you all for joining us today." My dad says. "Good to be here." Says Conan, the only one I've met before. My dad looks at Nara and I before speaking. "This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader."

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

“You’ve got a black jacket! That’s always cool!” I shook my head, smiling as I walked slowly toward them. Mom looped her arm through mine. Pascha lowered Max a bit and turned toward my dad. “Max, look. This—” He gesturing to the man standing a few feet behind me, Papa. “Grandpa?” Max tilted his head, inspecting my father with the brutally honest curiosity only a child could get away with. “He looks like a secret boss!” Papa laughed. Pascha smirked. “He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.”

She kissed him on the lips and Calhoun scowled. "He clearly said Papa and you're kissing him? What happened to Papa?" He demanded. Diana giggled. "Coco look, Papa is so jealous of you!" Coco giggled as well. "apa so jealous of you." His accent was unclear and childish but they all understood what he was saying. Perhaps he felt it was a joke since his mother had laughed. Well, he knew that they were cracking a joke on his father. "How can you be so jealous of your son?" Diana asked softly.

He winked at me, and went on his phone ordering our food while watching me drink my water. He hung up after ordering dinner, then started kissing my sensitive spots making me giggled. "There you go, there's the sounds I'm looking for. Now, drink and just let me take care of you Addie. I love you, we're doing this, I'll take care of you."