William Papa Novels & Stories

"Mr. Howard, the guards here have been settled, right? Is there anything else you want me to do?" "Yes, tell Valeria my identity." William tilted his head and looked at her. "Now, I'll let Marcus tell you my true identity personally." Marcus smiled on the other end of the phone and said, "Miss Brown, Sir William is the president of the Wolf Group. I'm his assistant." "Come on! You're trying to fool me again!" Valeria grabbed the phone from his hand and hung up. She stretched out her hands and held William's face. "Stop messing around with me. William, let's be serious. Don't joke around anymore, okay?"

"Sorry, Pa. The issue can't be delayed to be discussed." Papa lowered his glasses. He smiled warmly at me, and I happily rushed into his embrace, absorbing the deep scent of his favorite scented clothes. "How's work?" I adjusted my seat to be comfortable because I knew this conversation would last a while. "So far, it's fine and safe." Papa nodded slowly. "So... what brings my beautiful daughter back?" "William." I saw Papa furrowing his brow. "His only son asked me to marry him." It was only natural for Papa to cough, who knows why, maybe because of the air.

William bursts out laughing, and I join him. “You hear that, Gio? He’ll pay ten-thirty times,” William mocks. “I heard him, William. Guess his daddy’s loaded.” “That’s right—my father’s the mayor. We can give you anything you want. So if you let me—” Before he can finish, I shoot his left leg again. He howls in pain as I tuck my gun back into my waistband. “I could buy and sell you and your daddy fifty times over. Your money’s worthless here. How does it feel to finally face consequences, you fucking punk?”

This gave Panashe shivers, just how much did her son know. William was all dressed up in a black suit, hair sleeked back, hands in his pocket. He quickly removed them when he saw her. "Good morning, Panashe." He gave her the warm smile, panty dropping smile that he used to give her when she was naive. This time it did not work, she only seemed... disgusted. She rolled her eyes... "What do you want Master William?" This has been what he requested, she called him that very same day when he broke her heart. In hindsight, William thought Panashe was such a distraction. Her nipples were outlined through her dress.

She turned and went towards the kitchen. “Papa…where are you?” she called softly. She had been doing this since she can remember. “Maya…” William turned away from the opened door looking at his granddaughter. He remembers in clarity the day this pale man brought him the most precious gift. He also knew this day was scheduled twenty three-year years ago. It's time he step aside... “Papa, who is at the door?” Maya asked curiously. “We have a morning guest. Do we accept?” “How do you feel about the visit papa?” she asked with a puzzled smile.

"Yes, yes. Whatever you are, I'm proud to be around my children. Being the one who knows you best is lucky for me." On the other side, Barra snorted softly when she saw Tora and Papa appear. "Why, wish we weren't here?" Tora quipped with a smile. Barra just shook his head slowly while trying to sit up. "After this, there will be people to help you recover," said Mr. William. "Yes, thank you, Pa." The Papa only muttered softly and then invited his messenger to take care of the administration of the youngest son's return. "It's not that I don't want to take care of you, but Papa wants to see the doctor himself. He said he had something to ask."

The moment William said his name, Evan immediately moved his face towards him and started glaring at him. "William Vernanda?" Evan asked, confused, and shake his hand with William. "Seems like my lifetimes' hard work ain't go in vain. So, how you know about me? I mean about William Vernanda?" he replied. "Yeah, after all, It would be a waste of this life if I don't know about you, especially you" Evan replied. "Sorry? What do you mean by this?" William asked, frowning. "I mean, after all, you are the William Vernanda, the king of the business world," Evan answered back.

I ignored the mob and fixed my gaze on William and his shifty eyes. "Who convinced your father to extend your contract when my father planned to fire you ten years ago because you weren't quick enough anymore?" I shot back. "I did. And now you claim you don't know me?" William wiped sweat from his brow and signaled for security. Then he raised his voice for the crowd. "Oh, I remember you. You showed up a month ago and refused to leave until you could see Miss LePenn. You thought she might fall for you looking like that. Too bad for you. Miss LePenn already had Jacques by then."

It wasn't until the next evening that William, seeing her several times about to ask, said, "What are you thinking about?" "Were you properly investigating yesterday? I asked you to look into Griffith. Why investigate that stepfather?" "Godfather!" "Yeah, Godfather. The Godfather." William put down his cup in silence. "Griffith has vast business empires in Europe and Novamerica, and he's an unstoppable force everywhere. Do you think he's a deity who ascended to earth?" "He has businesses in Novamerica?" William completely gave up on her. "With your brain, you deserve it even if Griffith deceived you a thousand times!"

Papa’s eyes flicked to mine, and for just a second something that looked almost like approval crossed his face, the specific kind of approval he reserved for moments when I sounded exactly like his daughter and not like the woman the rest of the world saw. “But do we have any idea who the person behind all of this might be?” I asked. “No,” Papa said simply. The single word landed heavier than a longer explanation would have, because it meant we were still operating blind, still chasing a shape in the dark that had enough patience and resources to manipulate Stella for years, recruit Amara, threaten my children, and somehow stay completely invisible through all of it. Papa studied me for a mo