Spell Papa Novels & Stories

I urged, granting the two puppy dog eyes that made them fold as they shook their heads at my antics, sharing a knowing look. "She is certainly a Pierce. As convincing as she is cute. I can't wait to tell her all about you and a certain Gremory Witch..." Papa stated, a wide mischief-filled grin on him despite my Father's glare and my own gasp of surprise at the little secret revealed. "Holy fuck...you and Ira Gremory?!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the culprit as my Papa let out a loud laugh and evaded all efforts of physical retaliation from his brother.

My mom and I exchanged glances, rolling our eyes in unison before bursting into laughter. “That’s how he’s been behaving since Kiera was taken,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Worse than usual, huh?” I replied, trying to suppress a laugh. Suddenly, Papa lunged toward me, arms outstretched like a possessed man, “Mija!” He cried, desperation in his voice. I shoved him back, careful but firm, his body hitting the floor with a thud. “Pathetic,” I muttered, disgust washing over me.

His words reverberate through my mind like a relentless drumbeat, leaving me staring at him in utter shock. It's a recurring pattern - always papa. I should have seen this coming, Richie is just a puppet of Papa, he’s always been. Full of disbelief I question "Papa?" I couldn’t help but scoff immediately "I didn’t know you’re still Papa’s puppet, doing whatever Papa wants, whenever Papa wants. You never seem to have a mind of your own, Richie."

“Basically, he’s a fuck buddy, but he’s also a warlock. I’m not sure how strong he is, but he has his own coven. I’m guessing that’s where Levana is hiding.” “Where is he?” my father asks. “Don’t know. She didn’t exactly introduce us to him. She kept him to herself and we only saw him coming and going.” “Name?” I ask. “Laris. Laris Bevan.” I pull out my phone, moving to step away while my father continues talking to Avery. “Hi baby, what’s up?” my mate answers on the first ring. “Quick question, can you do a locator spell with just a name?”

Papa was standing there, a keg of rum was at his feet, spilled and he looked cross. "What is this scallywag doing here?!"

Papa said slowly, each word weighted like he was setting down something heavy and didn’t trust his own hands with it, “is not the real Stella. She has been playing us. All of us. For longer than either of us has let ourselves consider.” “The hell?” The words left me before I could stop them, all composure forgotten for a second in the face of something this enormous. “The woman played us all for fools,” Papa continued, and I watched something in his own face crack slightly, the careful control of a man who had spent decades being unshakeable finally showing a hairline fracture. “And worse we’ve all been her puppets, every single one of us, inside some sick game she’s been running against her

At least that is one of the nicest things she has ever said to me. I pressed my ear to the door. “ Welcome Mr Gambino, please take a seat.” Papa's tone was timid. That was the nicest thing I had ever heard papa say. He is either shouting,or shattering glasses. “ Save the greetings Robert “ papa hated it when they called him Robert. I heard them speaking Italian. Being the American Mafia, Papa had to learn multiple languages, Italian being one of them. I felt something hard tug my ear “ you stupid child” Stella, my stepmom shouted. You are going to be punished today “ ple…ase n..o” I stuttered

I wouldn’t say I liked it. Things got very tense when Zio Azriel brought that bad man to Daddy and Papa. Papa was mad. I’d never seen Papa angry. I didn’t know he could be grumpy, let alone angry. Papa was always so happy. But his voice was he spoke to that man, that wasn’t the Papa voice I knew. Thankfully, Zia Delilah came, and Papa stopped being angry. After that, we saw Zia Amelia and Zio Stephen’s family with their new baby, Asher.

"Papa is very jealous right now." I chuckled, hugging Papa from the side. "I still love you, Papa." "Now you won't tell me, Princessa?" Mama asked. "He was my college friend, Mama." I replied. "He's kind, smart and caring. I'm sure he won't hurt me." "He's a guy," Theo replied sarcastically. He put the tablet on his lap and looked at me sharply. "He will hurt you in some way."

His tongue trails a fierce line on her neck till her earlobe, then he playfully bites it. “Wow.” Candace breathes out as heat crawls toward her face. “You are so intense.” He withdraws her earlobe and looks at her. “Un turista?” He squeezes her ass again and hums. “You are also intense, bella.” Her hair hanging over her eyes, Candace can’t see her daddy’s face properly. Still, she smiles at the nickname he used last week. “Missed me, daddy?” The man chuckles with amusement. “Daddy?” He asks and nibs her bottom lip. “Am I that old?”