William Papa Novels & Stories

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

"Papa is already profoundly relieved that you emerged completely unscathed from that DJ's clutches. As for the precise individual with whom you sought shelter... Papa is entirely confident that he is a thoroughly honorable gentleman." Papa instantly resumed his forward stride, leaving me utterly paralyzed and breathless in the wake of his staggering proclamation. An honorable gentleman? From what exact reservoir of knowledge had he extracted the deduction that Mr. Jefri was a good man? Was it possible that Papa was fully cognizant of the fact that I had surrendered my body to my own university professor?

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

Enraged by my words, Papa shouted, "You ungrateful wretch! If I had known you'd turn against us, I should've strangled you to death the moment you were born!" The moment those words left his mouth, one of Carlo's subordinates stepped forward and slammed him to the ground. He pinned him there by pressing a knee hard against his back. Papa was in so much pain that he gnashed his teeth. Then only did he start panicking for real. He knocked his head to the ground nonstop as he begged for mercy. He stammered, "D-Don Laguardia, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have spoken out of turn. Please spare me this once!"

Karen’s POV “Because it’s ten years ago today, kid.” He replies and his eyes drop. It’s ten years ago today that I lost Papa to a brain tumour. Ten years ago today, William became my guardian. Flashback... “Where is Papa?” I asked, horror written on my face as I stared at William’s wounded ones. He looks down, still rubbing small circles on my hand. “Papa has gone to a place a much better place and there he won’t be sick anymore.”

A specific politician was nearly torn with grief when papa rejected his gifts. “If it’s really legal, give it to the people” he told him, the man was infuriated that he stormed out of the house. Everyone knew for sure that Papa was an honest man. A man of the people, he knew who was right for his people and made sure that the right objectives were realized but now where was my Papa.

Her Dad was especially brutal in his leadership. William "Wild Bill" Carter made his bones at the tender age of fourteen. He earned his handle because of his ruthless nature and cunning intellect, and standing at six foot five of lethal muscle Wild Bill had challenged for President and won on his 18th birthday. He had ruled with an iron fist ever since.

There were photos of Peace and William's wedding, family photos, as well as photos of William in his military uniform with various people. "Hmm? Isn't this the legendary Old Master Cannon? William is standing right next to him! Wow! That's the president! Why is William standing next to the president?! This person standing next to William... isn't he the one that's always in the news..." The more Shamayeta looked, the more shocked she became. Just who on earth is William?! In any case, it was obvious that William did not come from an ordinary background. However, Shamayeta vaguely understood why Peace concealed it from her family after experiencing everything over the last two days.

"Hungry? Let's go out." The little girl stared at William in silence, a look of doubt in her eyes. William understood and smiled again, at the chubby white beauty. "Come here Papa carry! It's okay, Papa is not bad." Slowly, the little girl dared to rush into William's arms. "Papa," he said quietly, keeping his eyes on William's face. "Yeah, it's your Papa and Jeremy," said William smiling. Case smiled. "Daddy's case," the little girl whispered again.

Pappa had definitely been f*cking her. Proserpina Delano's eyes lit up as she saw Claude but Pappa beat her to it. “What is it, son?’ growled the Mafia Don. Claude felt embarrassed; he knew his father could not keep his hands off Mumma; when he was growing up, he had heard bawdy details of what a great, lusty man his Pappa had been, his unbelievable, indefatigable sexual prowess, the endless stream of wh*res and mistresses who had kept him pleasured; until he got seriously attached to his much younger wife, that is.