Spell Papa Novels & Stories

I have so much on my hand right now and adding to it will just make things worse for me seriously when it’s a difficult task that requires patience but Papa doesn’t want that. Walking into the study room where Papa is, I speak in Italian, the only language he and I normally communicate with. "Buon pomeriggio papà, ho sentito che mi stai cercando. [Good afternoon Papa, I heard you are looking for me.]" My relationship with Papa is quite formal; it’s more like an employee and boss thing. It's not the typical father-son connection that you see in movies. It's all about professionalism and getting the job done.

He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly, while his fingers kept fingering and thrusting deeper into my wet and slippery pussy. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, “So tight and needy. I shouldn’t be doing this. But fuck… you already seems to be sweeter than your mom,who hardly wet I want to ruin this sweet little pussy. Stretch it open and make you scream my name and call me Daddy.” I was shaking, my hips grinding against his hand like I had no shame left and maybe I didn't,not anymore,not with him. He pushed my panties aside and slid one thick finger along my folds, slow and deliberate, coating finger in how embarrassingly wet I already was.

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

“And he glary at bad guys. That’s Papa job.” My spine turns to ice. “Excuse me?” I say. She shrugs tiny shoulders. “Papa,” she repeats, reaching shamelessly for another blueberry. Kael looks like someone just dropped a grenade in his lap, and he’s trying very hard not to touch it. “I didn’t—” he starts. “Don’t,” I say quickly, holding up a hand. “Do not finish that sentence. Do not claim a title because my child mislabelled you after one breakfast.”

Calesti POV. "It's not working, I can't do it, I'm a bad witch," I sob out loud into my hands, no wonder my parents never wanted me, next Mr. demon daddy would hate me, I can't even do the easiest of the spells, I'm a screw-up. "Calesti, why are you crying baby?" Mr. Demon says, getting back in the kitchen after an hour, he picked me up and started to bounce me around, calming me down.

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?

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?

My papa shouted angrily. "Really? How can you kill me? I'm just asking for that little thing. Why can't you give it to me?" The man that papa called Roman said smirking. Papa shook his head, an indication that he would not give them what they were asking or looking for. Roman punched papa in the stomach, after a while he stopped and walked towards mama's direction. Roman tweak my mama's hair and violently laid her on the sofa bed.

Papa informed me with a big smile and I couldn't help but smile back. “That’s beautiful news, Papa,” I said. “How did you finally come to an agreement?” “Through marriage,” the witch said with a smile, and my head moved to her. “Madea,” Papa hissed, glaring at her. It was damn satisfying to see him snap at her like that when he was always treating her like she was a golden egg that would break if you so much as lay a hand on her. “Che diavolo sta dicendo quella stronza?” I asked, facing Papa. (What the hell is that bitch saying?)

Lucifer snorted angrily. "I didn't know it belonged to Melissa and why would I ever bother to read words on jewels and for your advice since when people started to write on jewels like seriously, aren't paper was enough?" My mother was as angry as Lucifer. He gritted his teeth as the glint of anger flashed through his eyes. "Spell, you said? What does that mean?" I mumbled quietly. "I don't know, it's an ancient spell and I'm not strong enough to understand it," she shrugged her shoulders before sitting down next to me.