Spell Papa Novels & Stories

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.

Saba and I said at the same time. “Fast delivery.” Mama smiled like an innocent woman, even though our entire family history proved otherwise. “Where did you send this toy car from?” “Switzerland,” Papa said. I stared at the screen. “Switzerland,” I repeated. Papa shrugged. “Good wheels.” “He is four.” “Exactly. His spine is still developing. He needs good suspension.” I pointed at Mama. “This is all your fault.” Mama looked beautifully offended. “Me? I’m just a grandmother.”

I hear my Father groaning on the other end of the phone . “Must you always be so vulgar Lyra ?” I smirk and get up stretching . “Anyway Papa , I need to go. I have things to do” As I go to hang up he speaks again . “Lyra , don't you make me come fetch you from Spain” I can't help but grin so they don't know i am back in Russian land . “You should come to Spain, Papa, the sun might do you good” I say, then hang up the phone and throw it on the bed .

Bumaling si Fergie kay Papa na bigla nalang nagdilim ang mukha. Nang hindi sumagot si Papa ay bigla niyang sinipa sa tuhod si Papa. Napaluhod si Papa habang hawak parin ni Fergie. Akmang susugod ako ng pigilan ako ni Zykiel. "No. Not now." He whispered as he slowly held my hand and walk back. "Your father is an ex-army general. He can handle himself."

She is going to sing a lullaby when Mehrab asked Meher curiously," Mamma, du avryone has Papa(Mamma, do everyone has papa?) Du me have Papa(Do I have Papa?) Meher become startled hearing Mehrab. She is surprised because Mehrab doesn't talk about this Papa things often. He talked about this thing when he saw Sehreyar's photo in the magazine for the first time. " Why are you asking that? Did anyone say anything to you?"Meher asked him worriedly. Mehrab replied innocently," I ash thi saim qution to Siya aunty(Mehrab's nanny) and she tell me thet everyone hes Papa( I asked the same question to Siya aunty and she told me that everyone has Papa) Meher smiled after hearing his information and repli

“I-I thought you’ve moved on. Isn’t that why you freed me?” Mama huffs a bitter laugh. “Moved on?” she shakes her head. “You’ll leave to suffer for what you did to Gloria. Vengeance shall come, but it will not be us who give it to you.” “There are many ways to break a man without killing him,” Papa’s eyes taper to slits. “You’ll feel over wrath through his hands and suffer with every breath you take. For you’re not our son, but a curse. You’ve brought nothing but shame and disgrace upon us.” Papa's voice breaks. “What kind of man gets bent over? When did you start wearing make-up?”

He would patiently pay attention to what anyone had to say. "Does this look like a joke? Don't you know the son is for someone else? I've trained him hard to call you DAD but he never stops calling you PAPA. I believe he thinks PAPA is a better word to qualify you," she said and rolled her eyes at him.

Sky pinched her hoodie, "Mama said she bought it with your money." At that moment, Edmund came over to them. Lucas accidentally met his gaze. In an instant, shame engulfed his heart. "Sky," Lucas swallowed hard, "Edmund is your real father. He's the one you should call Papa." "Can we have more than one Papa?" Lucas' tongue felt numb. He wasn't sure what to answer. "I think we can," Sky shook her head slowly. "Papa is someone who works hard to protect the family. He provides for his family. He becomes a good example for his children. Papa Lucas hits all those points. Because of that, I can call you Papa."

Music to my heart “ Yoh got it, old man, it doesn't seem like it's going to be that much of a problem. Since we don't have their son” Laughing my father say “ can you believe that idiot, I don't think they thought about that part of their plan backfiring on their faces” Shaking my head I'm amazed to see my father being his old self, I don't what was going on with him but whatever it was I'm glad it's off of him now and I got my dad back. “ I know right, who would want to be this stupid. I do want to know where they find that which to do this spell for them to tough “

I inch the door open just enough to see. Papa’s eyes are wide, bloodshot, his jaw hanging like he can’t wrap his head around the words. “I have failed her,” he mutters again, softer this time, almost to himself. “I will allow no such thing,” he wheezes, pushing himself upright. His voice shakes, but there’s a flicker of fight in it, an echo of the man he used to be. Matteo’s laugh is sharp, humorless, and aimed like a knife. He stares at Papa the way you’d look at trash blocking your way. “You’re not in charge here, old man. Not anymore.”