Spell Papa Novels & Stories

, she shouted so loudly that the entire Spells mansion must have heard her. "Young lady ! Mind your language ! This is not how you are supposed to talk to your father , show some respect! " Mister Eric Spells was sitting in his rockchair inside of his office , smoking a fine cuban cigar . He didn't seem worried at all ,about the accusations of her daughter. He even felt somehow proud that she found out about it by herself.

And if Papa thought I was just going to sit down without saying a word in the same room with the man who had the nerve to punch me in the face, he had another thing coming. Papa had to know one of his children inherited a full dose of his stubbornness. “I’m sitting, Papa. Now, I need to know what the hell is going on and why this man is here.” “Thisman, principessa,” he pointed a shaky finger to a grinning Luca, “E il Messia.” He is the messiah. Papa’s illness had worsened. That was the only possible explanation for whatever lunacy he was experiencing now. Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision.

But also scary as hell! "So what can I get for you two?" Papa asks. "Four Jibarito meals for me Tio. Babe you can get whatever you want." I grin, "Whatever I want?" He smirks looking down at me with intensely lustful hooded eyes. "Por supuesto Mami. Lo que quieras." I gasp, my eyes widen and I soak my undies! His deep voice is so smooth as it pours over me like liquid velvet. His accent when he speaks Spanish is sooo hot! But I have no idea what he just said. "What, Papi?" I utter dazed.

Cooking always calms her down. “Tanya, you look after your mama while we’re gone,” Papa instructs. “Yes, Papa,” she replies. Tanya was the first to call him Papa, where it took Maryo a couple of years. He still alternates between Mr. Andre Vittorio and Papa. It was easier for both to switch from Mrs. Alica Vittorio to Mama, though. Papa was a heritage of Italian-Russian ancestry and Mama was a pure Filipina. Just to please Mama, we all eat twice as much. It feels like I’m going to burst by the time I stand up from the table. I press a kiss to Mama’s cheek before giving her a tight hug, then move to Tanya to hug her quickly.

Were I to displease him, I would find myself shackled in marriage to some corpulent, middle-aged man, driven solely by carnal desires. “She’s my daughter, Rara Morris.” Papa introduced me to his guests ripping my attention from my reflection to stare in front with a strained fake smile on my bright red lips. Papa cast me a look that promised retribution for my absent-minded attitude. I gulped as he squeezed my wrist. Uh-oh. “Hello, nice to meet you.” “Gorgeous, isn’t she?” Papa said proudly making a shiver run down my spine. I better not disappoint him tonight. I gave a tight-lipped smile to strangers who seemed twice my age with a greasy smile and protruding belly.

He said being too much upset," today miss told us to write about our father but we couldn't write anything about him as we don't know anything about him. where is papa? Why you are not taking us to him? Everyone has papa. Nobody's papa is in any mission. why just my papa is in mission? Saying all this he started crying badly. My heart clenched in pain. My baby boy is crying in front of me. What will I tell him! I tried to convince him.." my dear, you know your papa is an angel. That's why your papa is with God. Your papa is God's favourite that's why your papa is staying with God" He stared into my eyes with his innocent eyes. Tears are running down from those innocent eyes. "Really ma" Pap

He must really be the one then who planned to kill Tristan! “Papa, how could you?...” I breathed in shaking with fright. “Besides, what does that lowly count know about you,” Papa said, his voice dropping into a low whisper as he clutched my arms in an oppressive manner. “I bet he doesn’t know you can do sorcery… What do you think will happen if he discovers it? Surely, the least he will do is to throw you away.” I looked into papa’s face. His eyes had a sure look in them…

Papa said, before centring the stage, while Eros and I stood facing each other from two different corners. There was something different about his eyes. A few moments ago, they had been carefree, but now it had been zapped with darkness. Chilling darkness. Perhaps Arabella’s question had offended him. I gulped, every pore in my body asking me to move my eyes from his, but I couldn’t. It was impossible, because he was the one holding my gaze, boring into me, trying to look for some weakness. “Thank you, everyone, for coming here this lovely evening,” Papa began. “I know this arrangement was sudden and somewhat much unexpected, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the reasons, so I won’t dare indulge

"Why?" "You have a bigger problem to face here. You can't afford to be absent while the problem will start emerging. Since Venenata Negra has been resurrected, expect that little by little, calamity will strike Valeria. The people will need you when that time happens." Papa explained. He doesn't look annoyed, but more of a professional who's talking to his business partner. I was not allowed to come. But I have this feeling that Papa doesn't like working with a team. He prefers to work alone and get the job done. So there is a very high chance that he will reject Elijah. Unless he needs the help of others.

"But Papa, you told us stories of how gruesome Don Diego was, how he had everyone shivering at the smell of his perfume. How he is thirty-one but has a heart of thousand years experience." "How come you are forgetting the part where I said that he was good-looking and if one was not in his trap they would easily miss the details of how heartless he was?" Her Papa cut her halfway. Ravenna had not seen him in person but from the stories Papa told about him, he was not one to be messed with. This was happening because Papa gambled in his casino and now owes him a great fortune. "Papa, but why? She asked "I thought Mariana was already taken. Why do I need to go to Diego?