Papa Louie Novels & Stories

Eamon’s junior, Miss Dolce, looked at Louie and frowned with her adorable brows. Clearly, she was not happy with what Louie did. She thought, ‘How did this idiot survive until this day? ‘Eamon even asked me to hang out with a cousin like this. How unfathomable.’ “You’re Louie Newhouse, right? Listen here, you’re in big trouble. There are people in the Central Sacred Continent who dares to yell at me and tell me f*ck off, but you’re not one of them,” the young man whom Louie yelled at said in a deep voice.

As she already knows who he is to her. And indeed she does. “Papa?” The soft and delicate voice of Theo calling Louise dad has the whole room going pin drop silent, even Soralina who stops crying with her eyes turning into base balls. No… Meanwhile, the look of pure shock is what takes over Louise’s features, completely taken aback. Long gone is the mad excitement that his eyes danced with, replaced by a soft kind smile as he looks at the little girl with adoration. “Y-Yes?” “Are you my papa?” Theo asks, making Soralina gasp involuntarily while Louise almost flinches at her question, blinking rapidly to pull back his tears. “Yes. Yes I’m you…papa.”

His head swayed left. His parents and...and..was that a woman? Judging by her purple dyed hair it seemed like. But he wanted to be sure He walked across to them. "See?! I told you he'd be here any minute" his mother said on sighting him. "Hey,son" old Mr Louis greeted "I see you've gone crazy all over the internet." But Diego had no time for chit chat.He immediately went straight to the point. "Who is this?" he asked with a look of disgusts.

He laughed and sit in front of my desk, he laced his fingers and crossed his legs casually. "Some of the babies had been harassing me. Shocking, with these handsome features I know. I should've known better. Just tell Charlie and Darla to back off a little okay, oh... and what's his name, Harold? yes, also Harold. He seemed to think I'm all for one and one for all kind of guy." He explained his issues, making me laugh at him. Francois is our professional photographer. He had been making our girls and boys personal portfolio photos for years now. He's the best. He could make all the photos look so sinful, and made them looked so innocent and sophisticated at the same time.

He even addressed Gerald in such a familiar way! ‘How is that possible!’ “That’s right. If we weren’t, how else could we have seen you cutting the queue?” replied Gerald with a faint smile on his face. In his mind, he was wondering if he had not beaten Louie severely enough that night. “W-well, you see, my dad’s invested quite a bit in this place before. Because of that, I’m used to not having to queue! But don’t you worry Gerald! Your meal’s on me today! Actually, scratch that. All of your meals here in the future will be on me!” said Louie as he rubbed his hands together.

Elodie stood beside me, trying to be helpful, even though she nearly burnt the toast twice. We made eggs, plantain, toast, and some pancakes too. There was fresh juice in the fridge. By the time we were done, the whole kitchen smelled like something out of a weekend café. Papa walked in right on time, rubbing his eyes, dressed in his robe. “Mon dieu,” he mumbled, stopping at the doorway. “Is this real?” I turned, wiping my hands. “Good morning, Papa. Sit down.” He looked around like he was confused, then smiled a real, proud smile. “You’re glowing, Louise.”

Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.

Joseph wrapped his arms around his daughter squeezing tightly before moving back to take her face between his palms, “I was so worried when you didn’t come home.” “I’m fine, Daddy, I promise. I- I mean I wasn’t, but Matteo saved me.” Ivy looked over her shoulder at the middle Lombardi brother with longing eyes. “Who are you?” Joseph’s eyes narrowed over his shoulder, the appearance of yet another Mafia man didn’t instil much confidence in him. “Matteo Lombardi.” Teo held out a hand for the man to shake, but instead of taking it, he sneered in disgust. “What is your business with my daughter?” Joseph asked sternly and Matteo’s jaw clenched to hold back his anger.

– The maid called again but still no one answered. "Layla, aren't you going out to meet me?" – A man's voice came after the door was opened. It was Mr. Louis Paul, Layla Paul's father. Chairman of the largest oil and gas corporation in this city. Layla is his only daughter and should be pampered. Layla in the room didn't even look at the man once, but coldly replied. “Didn’t you just drop by here to see if I was still alive and then leave?” – Hearing Layla say that, the father not only did not get angry but also calmly replied.

"Eewww... Don't ever like him, he's bad." I just shook my head at Paige's overreacted line. If I had not been protecting Paige, I would have left her alone to grow up. Papa said Paige ran away because she didn't buy the limited edition bag she wanted. That's the only reason, a very shallow one, but no matter what happens, I'm not on Papa's side, so I go in Paige's favor. I even told Papa that he should spend his money on Louisianna alone. After all, nothing else is essential to him aside from that whore mistress of him.