William Papa Novels & Stories

He rolls his eyes as he says, “You’re no fun, Peter. Well, I’m here. We have a lot to talk about.” I watch as the door opens, and it is William who enters, sitting on the single sofa in front of me. With William, we have the implicit deal that outside the house, he calls me boss, Mr. Bennett, or king, depending on whether we are with our people or with the humans. But inside the house, he calls us Peter and Parker since he grew up with us. He is my best friend. The three of us used to get into trouble, getting into mischief. He was always the mastermind of evacuation plans. Remembering those times makes me smile.

When the people outside the Langerhans family saw the arrival of the Wax family's Patriarch, their faces lit up. Because they knew that the show was far from over. When William saw his father coming, he became confident in an instant. ... William said coldly to Lucas, "Weren't you awesome just now? Now my father is here!" He then ran to the side of the Wax family's Patriarch. The Wax family's Patriarch, Logan Wax, couldn't help but reveal a shocked expression when he saw William's bruised face.

“You see, young lady, sir William has never had any girls with him. Never had he gone to any clubs, far places just to find a girl. You see… his family thought he was gay.” Valentine grinned. Indeed, William could be gay. He was the CEO of a famous lingerie company after all. He might have had tons of female undergarments in his drawers for him to wear. She now finally had the opportunity to bully, expose and humiliate him in front of the women who were deeply obsessed with him.

ONE OF MAMA'S FRIENDS, ANTHONIO BROWN, MAMA SAID HE WAS A GOOD PERSON, BUT RIGHT NOW HE'S NO DIFFERENT THAN MY FATHER. IN HIS HAND HE HELD A KNIFE THAT HE FLIPPED END OVER END WITHOUT EVER CUTTING HIMSELF. “I’M NOT SURE IF YOUR OFFERING WILL COVER THE DEBT, VENTO.” THE MAN STARED AT PAPA AS THOUGH HE WAS A worm. "BESIDES, WHAT SORT OF MAN PAYS HIS GAMBLING DEBTS IN HUMAN TRADE?” “SHE’S A GOOD GIRL AND CAN DO WHATEVER YOU TELL HER TO DO,” PAPA ARGUED. “SHE'S STILL YOUNG YOU CAN TRAIN HER INTO WHATEVER.”

Ava nodded honestly. William asked, "Can you tell me why my daughter is so infatuated with him? I have thought about it over and over again, and he is just a doll. Whether he is handsome or gentle in character, it is not enough to make a person with normal emotions obsessed, right? After all, there are so many high-quality men in real life..." Ava's voice was low and melancholic as she mentioned her master, "Mr. William, if you had seen my master, you would not have such doubts."

She watched the downy curve of her daughter’s head, each tiny eyelash a marvel. A grunt of frustration pulled her gaze across the room. William, CEO of Williams Holdings, conqueror of corporate raiders and conspiracy theorists, was engaged in a battle he was visibly losing. He stood over the changing table, a fresh diaper held like an unexploded device in one hand, while Bella’s tiny, surprisingly strong legs kicked free of his gentle attempts at containment. “The tabs go… under?” he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed with a concentration usually reserved for billion-dollar mergers.