William Papa Novels & Stories

‘Could I have stopped you? ‘No.’ ‘There is your answer.’ He stared at her. ‘You didn’t even try.’ ‘But I knew you would be okay whatever you did.’ ‘How?’ ‘Because you are just like your grandfather, William.’ ‘I am?’ William had created the Moore empire but his name was one seldom mentioned in the privacy of the Moore home. ‘Of course.’ She nodded at her husband, who was gazing at the pair of them, his eyes flashing as if he was desperate to join in with the conversation, then sighed. ‘Your father never got on with William any more than he got on with you.’

At this time, Philip looked at William with a smile and said flatly, “Patriarch Little, your attitude before was very tough and not like this at all. What made you change your mind?” William squeezed out a smile that reached the corners of his eyes and said, “Mr. Clarke, I’m sorry, it’s all my son’s fault. If you have any orders, just say the word and I’ll try my best to follow.” He did not have a choice. Since the young man in front of him could get Mr. Holland to personally issue an order, it was enough to show that he had some strength and means. William would not want to make an enemy out of him yet.

Maybe he didn’t understand, or maybe the sickness affected his vision. “Papa, the man you’re pointing at is Luca Rossi,” I pointed out. “As in the Rossi capo that has sought tirelessly to overthrow you and bring everything you’ve worked hard to build to ruin. You’re entering him with warmth and tequila.” After my announcement, I expected Papa to frown, rain thunder on everyone, and order Marco to bundle the man to the basement and chop his fingers for daring to enter his home. I expected this sudden nightmare to end. But nothing changed, and Papa’s crooked smile stayed intact.

he said before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Thank you, Papa. You look incredibly handsome,” I said before giving his cheek a kiss. He certainly did look handsome too. His tuxedo resembled a picture of a beautiful sunset when the colors were at their brightest. Papa had been very handsome as Elijah, but he was even more handsome like this because this was his true self. There was no denying that Papa was King. Even if he was not wearing his formal crown, it would still be obvious because his aura and presence screamed it. However, he never took it for granted. He was the King that we all needed and wanted. He was a leader that truly loved his people and took care of them no matter the cos

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight." Then he turned and walked toward the waiting motorcar without hesitation. The engine started behind us, and a moment later, the sound faded beyond the gates. Luca stopped walking. He stood very still until the motorcar could no longer be heard, then threw himself into my arms. His tears soaked through the front of my dress. "Mom," he sobbed, "I don't want Papa anymore. Can it just be us?"

BAM I jumped in shock and squeezed my eyes when papa slammed the table. Why did he have to open his mouth? I don’t know what his problem is, but it’s not right to just say those kinds of words only to show how much he’s rebelling. “I will not allow any type of disrespect in this house, Nikandreo! Why don't you just fix your own life and quit playing around? Go find a woman to marry. A decent one. The board will never accept you as the President and you will ruin my image if you continue playing around. Prove them your worth. Prove them that you are a Velasquez. They've been watching you all these years, wasting your time on your nonsense gimmicks and sleeping around with sluts! Fix your life

He paid a gambler to lure her father to his casino at Dankaka and it worked perfectly but his f**king brother, Lexis, almost ruined his plan. Lexis never goes out except it's something very important; William was surprised to see him at his casino that day. Their father runs the mafia family under disguise as the chairman of THE LAWAL INDUSTRY in Lagos. William is 35 and 7 years older than Lexis but their father still did not see him fit to be the under boss of the mafia and he chose Lexis instead. With the support of the other members of the mafia, Lexis became the underboss and will become the new mafia leader after their father.

“It's about protecting my investment and you, my daughter is one. How many times will I say that? Save your Papa some face, will you? Stop acting like a spoiled brat.” I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them. “Fine.” “Good,” he said. “One more thing. And I want you to listen carefully.” I held the phone tighter. “There’s a gala at the White House coming up,” Papa said. I rolled my eyes to the heavens. “Yeah, yeah, I know it's some charity nonsense to uplift the poor again. Or who again this time? The orphans? It won't work again. Try those with kidney disease this time… maybe…”

His gaze turned fully to Bria. “I… I love you…” “Papa, don’t say that,” Bria sobbed. “Please don’t say that. Just stay quiet and save your strength.” William lifted his hand, wanting to touch her face one last time. His fingers trembled as they rose toward her cheek — but they stopped halfway. His hand fell limp. “Papa!!!”