Papa Kok Novels & Stories

“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.

Hirap talaga kalaban ng taong mahal mo. Weeks after that, napagpasyahan na ni Papa at ng kasosyo ni Tita Eleanor –ang bagong asawa ni Papa - sa business na ipakilala ako sa lalaking anak nito. Papa is a disciple of politics while Tita Eleanor is a descendant of business. Parehong busy pero madalas ko silang nakikita na magkasama, unlike his relationship with my mom.

Ezio beamed at my words, his attention turning towards his father. "Papa! Mama loves the flowers," he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. Each time Ezio uttered the word ‘papa,’ I couldn't help but notice the unmistakable gleam in Erdem's eyes. It had been two weeks since Ezio first called him Papa, yet the joy and pride he felt never faded.

Me: that they are not my grandmother Koko: ah Marie, Marie, Marie, they are very nice and then as long as they are my women they are your grandmother Me: why are you polygamous anyway?! Koko: because Congolese women are so beautiful that we cannot be satisfied with one Me: what if this happened to me?! Koko: in you alone you have the beauty of all Africa, look at you, no one will be able to hurt you or resist your beauty Me: oh if you knew koko. you are the only one who finds me beautiful.

I said. “Mi hija, thank you,” he said. He sat on his mono bloc chair and turned his eyes towards kuya Ronny. “There's good news, Ron, very good news!” A small smile lingered on kuya Ronny's face as he walked to his own desk, where he rummaged through his bag for his own food. “Good news? What kind of good news, sir?” “A phone call—” Papa gathered a spoonful of cooked rice and a piece of fish into his spoon, “—from a sponsor!” He put the spoon into his mouth and chewed noisily. “Isn't this great news?”

she says with a smile, trying to break the heavy tension in the room. “We cooked with Ingrid,” he says and beams at me. “I made a steak for Papa.” Papa? When did he start calling me that? A few hours ago I was still daddy. I glance at Mara who is frowning at Greg. She picked up on it too. “Maybe he’s trying out something new,” she says in my head. “Oh’kay,” I say uncertainly. “And what else?” Mara asks aloud. “And mash and broccoli. Mara says that’s your favourite.”

Zeline's cell phone rings, the caller ID printed on her cellphone screen turns out to be a holy name that is very rare to call her. My Papa "Papa ..." muttered Zeline. Zeline's thumbs slide the cellphone screen to answer the holy call. "Hello, Zel. How are you, sweety?" "Very good, Pa. How is it going, Papa and Mama there?" "I’m good too. Papa is in New York with your mama. Papa will send tickets for you and your brother, so we gather here." "How long has Papa been there?" "Maybe a month. Papa is negotiating with the clients here to work together to open your mama's boutique.

Hindi madaling ipaglaban ang tama kasi ang tama, hindi laging malakas ang boses. Minsan, bulong lang siya sa gitna ng sigawan ng mga taong mas may kapangyarihan, at kami? Maliit lang, parang liwanag ng kandila sa gitna ng malawak na dilim. “Confirmed ang coordination,” sabi ni Papa habang inaayos ang documents sa mesa.

“You must really love coffee, you are here again” She titled her head, confused . She was sure she didn’t know this man yet he was speaking with her casually as if he knew her. “I’m Micheal, I also work for Mr Wolfs”. He introduced. Maya nodded her head as realization washed over her. “Ah, I see. I’m Maya”. “This is the fourth time I’m seeing you come here today, you must really like the coffee here.”. “Those other times the coffee were not for me but for the boss”