Papa Kok Novels & Stories

Generally, Papa is a cool dude, but he turns into HULK if anyone even raises his or her voice on Maa, including his children. . “Don’t worry about that, doll. You are stressing yourself without any important reason.”, He said, cupping her cheeks. . “But..” . “If it were you there at Ella’s place, then would you have expected me to sit back at home doing nothing?”, He asked, shutting Maa’s mouth. “Don’t be our son’s weakness.”, She just nodded in an understanding way and then slapped on his hand for starting his romance in front of me. I want to have the same relation with Ella. I want to grow old with her and love her in the same way, just like my father does to my mother.

, Darika said and each head snapped at the same time towards Darika. "Wh. Wha. What?", Pashika stuttered. "Oh, Prettiest Mom! Honey's father and his brother both look the same model but different versions of CINTHOL soap", Darika said and giggled but someone (Arthit) was digging his grave by the look he was getting from the other side of the table. "Father is CINTHOL LIME and Son is CINTHOL FRESH", Darika explained and Arthit hung his head.

"I want takoyaki, Daddy!!" Jesus Christ!!

Mama says pecking me on the cheeks. “It was fine, mama, and I brought food on my way home,” I say placing the food on the table. “How is my Guerriero (Warrior) doing?” Papa says. “I’m good, papa, how was your day?” I say picking out a plate to get something to eat. “It was good.” “Papa, you said there was something you wanted to talk to me about before tonight’s event?” I say walking into the living room with my plate of food.

“The prince is here.” “Oh.” Papa shrugged, grabbing a few bottles of seasonings for the duck. He twisted the cap open, poised over the raw meat as he continued, “That’s good. I hope he's…...” Papa blinked. It took a minute for the words to fully process with him as he slowly turned to face Dad. He blinks again, “...what?” “The prince-” Dad began. Papa set the pepper down, waving off whatever dad was going to say. “When?!”

Pappa had definitely been f*cking her. Proserpina Delano's eyes lit up as she saw Claude but Pappa beat her to it. “What is it, son?’ growled the Mafia Don. Claude felt embarrassed; he knew his father could not keep his hands off Mumma; when he was growing up, he had heard bawdy details of what a great, lusty man his Pappa had been, his unbelievable, indefatigable sexual prowess, the endless stream of wh*res and mistresses who had kept him pleasured; until he got seriously attached to his much younger wife, that is.

Alice replied. "Look over there. That's a picture of Papa with his friends. Papa and I always carry our own guns, don't you know what that means?" "What? So the Lorenzo family are mafia leaders. Your Papa is a mafia king but also a businessman?" Alice was shocked when she saw the pictures of her Papa that were hung during their wedding.

I don't know what it is, but I know that Mama Kea can accept the whole of Papa's life, not just the good side. "Mama Kea has love, but Papa needs more effort to give her love even though it's not perfect." Papa is real jerk. Mama can accept Papa as he is, but Papa needs effort? What kind of asshole has been given attention and still asks for a heart? My papa is that jerk. Shit! I wanted to curse so badly, but listening to Papa spew out all the bullshit he'd been through might be a little amusing. "Do you know that women can let out all their anger at once?"

As if he approves of what he's seeing "We'll see if the boss accepts her" "She's pure. Untouched" Papa rushes to say. For the first time, I notice that he is kneeling and Mama and Andres are standing in a corner, hurdled up together. These men don't look friendly at all and despite their size, they are too young to be Papa's friends. A feeling of foreboding creeps up my spine. Who are they? What do they want? What did Papa mean by pure and untouched? "What is going on?" "He's selling..." Andres starts to speak but Mama slaps a hand over his mouth. Cutting off whatever he wanted to say.

Cooking always calms her down. “Tanya, you look after your mama while we’re gone,” Papa instructs. “Yes, Papa,” she replies. Tanya was the first to call him Papa, where it took Maryo a couple of years. He still alternates between Mr. Andre Vittorio and Papa. It was easier for both to switch from Mrs. Alica Vittorio to Mama, though. Papa was a heritage of Italian-Russian ancestry and Mama was a pure Filipina. Just to please Mama, we all eat twice as much. It feels like I’m going to burst by the time I stand up from the table. I press a kiss to Mama’s cheek before giving her a tight hug, then move to Tanya to hug her quickly.