You're Just Like Papa Novels & Stories

Minutes passed before he let me go, and when he finally did, his hands lingered on my face, tracing the lines of my cheeks, as though memorizing me. “You look so much like my mother,” he said, his voice thick with nostalgia. He pressed a kiss to my hand with a reverence that nearly broke me. “It’s good to have you back.” Emotion swelled in my throat, making my words waver. “Thank you, Papa. It’s good to see you.” He burst into laughter, deep and hearty, his frail frame shaking with it. “I like it,” he said, his eyes bright like a child’s. “Papa sounds far better than Grandpa. I like Papa.”

I carried my canvas and ran to him. "Look, it's mom," I said. Papa smiled at me and took the canvas. He stared at it for minutes, and his eyes formed tears. Papa's eyes are blue, so if he cries, his eyes are like diamonds. Just like mine. "You really look like your mom," papa said and kissed my forehead. Thank goodness he forgot about the annoying girl at daycare. "By the way, did you say sorry to the girl you just smooched?" Uh-oh.

I did I do not know how to respond to his words. "You know "father" everything could stop if you want. The only problem is that you're just too selfish and self-centered to care about anyone else and that's okay because I feel the same. Like father, like daughter. I'm thinking about myself and not you. I'll do what I think is best for me. If you ever want to even look at you the same way, you'll do the right thing because right now, you're just the man who gave birth to me. Not my father."

Most of the time dad feds her like a baby. "I want a man like you dad." I mumbled unintentionally but they heard me clearly. They both look at me surprised. "Sweetheart!" Dad smiled comforting me. "Can I find another like you dad? I love how you love mom and us. I want someone like you in my life." I pouted envying them.

“However, I also have to admit I would have done the same thing if I could walk. So, I really can’t scold you too much. You are a chip off the old block.” My smile widens as I nod. I hope the country is ready for the female version of my father. I guess we will soon find out.

"Well, what do you think? Do I look like mom? " "Oh my god, you look exactly like your mother. I mean exactly. I swear, there isn't any difference. Why are you...." I reached over and put my fingers on his mouth." Tonight I'm my mother. I want you to fuck me like you fucked her. I want this. I want you to do anything you want to, to me. I'm wearing this for you. Fuck me dad, fuck me."

Just like I deserved this shitty life. “ If I am not at peace Mom... ” I smiled, the sadistic look in my eyes making me look mad. “ I will not let you have any peace in your life either. ” I sighed out, the sad smile dropping as I felt my heart twisting in my chest painfully. ' You are the same Alice ' The whisper was there. It was still there. It never left me. Not for even a moment. “ You-You are just like your father. ” She smirked through her tears, an attempt to hurt me.

His once slim and elegant hands now looked like sausages but the grin on his face was the same. The same one he'd had on when he had killed Papa. My rage rose and I barely kept myself from climbing on the table, going after him and ripping out his throat– "You grew up well, Pup. You take after your mother a little too well. Such a pity, she was a pretty one. Too feisty for her own good too. You would do well to learn from her mistake." "Keep my mother out of your vile mouth or I will rip out your tongue and make you a weeping bow with it, remember you are in my territory. "

“How could you do that to Papa?” I could barely recognize my own voice, filled with pain in my heart, as I remembered the last time I was with Papa. “You son of a b*tch, how could you kill him?” I looked at her, tears streaming down my face, “He trusted you, he considered you a brother.”

“You two have literally been in this same house since yesterday and yet you’re acting like you haven’t seen each other in years’” “Is that a problem?” Papa shot back at me, the two of them making a face at me. “It’s okay to be jealous mommy, there’s no shame in it” Miley added, blinking her green eyes innocently at me. “Huh?” was all that left my lips before Papa burst out into a fit of chuckles. “Why are laughing, Papa?” Miley asked, obviously not realizing what she said. “Nothing my dear and you’re right. Your mommy is a jealous little pumpkin!” Papa said amidst chuckles.