Papa Smurf Novels & Stories

"Stinky Papa! Stinky Papa!" Chloe and Chris stood and watched with their adorable faces. They looked slightly frightened by Papa's soccer skills. "Ah! I don't want to play anymore!" Chloe immediately rushed to Mama's side and hugged her legs. "It's fine. It's fine…" Anne held Chloe's hand and walked toward Charlie, who was still bawling. "Charlie, does your head hurt? Let me have a look." "I don't want Papa anymore!" Charlie got on his feet and was very angry. "Papa is not my Papa anymore!"

He was wearing a full-sleeved t-shirt like something which was looking quite dusty and brown fitting pants. "Yes," I said in a low voice, trying to put on a sad face. They all ran inside when they heard this, and I followed them. "Uncle, how is Subham?" Surya asked Subham's father. Surya was the shortest in our group, with a height not over five feet. His curly black hair, light brown skin and a round body made him look like a teddy bear. His upper four front teeth were protruded outwards which made his face look hilarious. He looked after his father's fruit shop in the primary market. He wore a white full-sleeved t-shirt with a white baggy pants.

It adds. I secretly smiled mischievously and continued typing on the computer. JOHNSER SY POV:) "Change it." Papa put the USB on his desk. Regretfully I took it and almost fell. I showed Papa the video ads I made, it's almost my idea here. I don't know why Papa didn't like it. "You didn't like it, Papa?" I stuttered.

Remember Papa said he wants to see you" Mrs Smith chipped in while staring at her son weirdly. I hurried into my room to pick up my phone and then rushed to Mr Smith's enclosure. I knocked once and without waiting for his go-ahead, I stepped in. He was seated at the edge of the emperor-size bed while scrolling through some documents. "Good morning papa" "Good morning my dearest" "Hope you had a sweet night?" "Yes, and you?" He smiled and nodded his head in response. "I have to make it snappy. Aaron is in haste for us to leave"

My heart did a flip when the man suddenly gave papa a head butt. I gasped as my papa took a step back. The man smirked as he used his fingers to call into papa. "Charles, come on!", I heard Master Hammond yell and my Papa ran for the man. He had only managed to give him a blow on the chest before the gigantic man gave papa a kick in the stomach. Papa swayed. He was about to land on the floor when the man took a hold of him. He took Papa's neck beneath his armpit and squeezed.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

he smiles in a baby voice to Amelia who smiles, his phone rings two more times but he doesn't even pull it out his pocket. "How did you and ink meet?" I ask, looking over at him while he sighs still looking over at Amelia. "After I got kicked out my parents house, I was bouncing from friends sofa's sometimes even their sheds, I knew I couldn't live like that forever and needed money so I could get on my own two feet" he starts to explain looking over at me a few times, to make sure I was still listening before continuing.

I said embracing papa in a hug again. "Be save and call me when you have landed in Italy." Papa said "I will papa." I replied back. Papa pulled away and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Love you, little one." Papa said. "I love you too papa." I said back to papa with a smile. The only people I smile at is papa, Lucas, Alaxander and his family. " Everything ready." I asked Damien and just like that my smile disappeared. "Yes boss." Damien answered.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."