Papa Grande Creepypasta Mga Nobela at Kwento

Somewhere, a clock chimes three. “You’ll sign the papers tonight,” Papa says. “Then you’ll go back upstairs. Tomorrow, you’ll smile for the photographer. You’ll tell your little college friends you met someone. You’ll forget that boy.” I meet his eyes. “And if I don’t?” Massimo laughs softly. “Then we send pieces of him to you. One finger at a time.” My stomach lurches, but my voice stays steady. “I understand.” Papa nods, satisfied. He thinks he’s won. He always thinks that.

He climbs on my bed, coming to hug me quickly, “Don’t be mad, bad things are happening outside that is why Papa is protecting us.” “Kai Kai still wants to go to school, my friends are there too. Kai Kai doesn’t want to stay at home, Kai Kai hates Uncle Jason, he bullies Kai Kai. He said there is a hanging ghost in Kai Kai’s room and will eat Kai Kai in the night if Kai Kai doesn't stop crying. Papa, I’m scared.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, if only I could walk probably, I would go and skin Jason alive right now. “Baby, there is no ghost in your room. He is trying to scare you, don’t cry. Papa is here, okay?”

Free-humans are those with neither mystic powers nor born into the hierarchy clan, who also live in the territories. “She doesn’t look like either of them,” Mama murmured again. “Papa,” I said softly, smiling. Everyone turned toward the door. Though he wasn’t there yet, I could already smell his presence. His scent. That’s one of my gifts: scent awareness and tracking. Papa had gone out for a jog, and he was sweating profusely…his scent as strong as always, even stronger these days. Now that his nightmares had returned, he seemed to sweat more than ever.

- D* The blood literally drained from my face, my stomach dropping into a bottomless pit as the realization hit me like a freight train. The guy from the club. The tattooed biker who wrecked me in the VIP suite. The guy whose silver cufflink was currently sitting at the bottom of my purse. He was Arthur's son.

As I push the door open, the sight that greets me sends chills down my spine: there’s Papa, tied to a wooden chair, duct tape stretched across his mouth. His eyes nearly pop out when he sees me, wide with fear and hope. It feels like he’s relieved to see me, maybe thinking I’m here to help him escape this nightmare. I take a cautious step closer, my heart racing as I scan the dimly lit room for something—anything—that could help cut the ropes binding Dad. My gaze sweeps over the bare walls and the dusty floor until it lands on a shard of broken glass just inches away from Papa. The realization hits me: the noise I heard earlier was him breaking the bottle, desperately trying to find a way ou

Shortly afterwards I feel my eyes getting heavy and let sleep overtake me. Sami's POV: I watch my papa fall asleep on the couch and then look over at my mama who is eating her steak burrito bowl with chips and queso that she got from Chipotle. "Mama what was Papa talking about when he said he got molested at the doctors office?" I ask her as Gage hands me my beautiful Whopper with cheese meal. Sighing "one of the fuckin nurse's literally tried to mount your Papa in the procedure room. I wanted to break every bone in that red headed cum dumpsters body but decided going to jail while pregnant would not be a good idea so I called a couple of friends in the police department and had her arrested

Caleb said with a chuckle "You really think that you're all that don't you? You're nothing but disgusting pieces of shit that take their pathetic time in torturing someone who's done absolutely nothing to you" Richard said "The only pathetic and disgusting pie-" Caleb starts to say when he was cut off by papa's voice "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence Caleb" "Alpha Dimitri" Caleb said, his voice coated with fear "Think again" Papa said and his voice was harsher, more animalistic then ever and it was then that I knew it was papa's wolf taking.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

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.

"Stinky Papa! Stinky Papa!" Chloe and Chris stood and watched with their adorable faces. They looked slightly frightened by Papa's soccer skills. "Ah! I don't want to play anymore!" Chloe immediately rushed to Mama's side and hugged her legs. "It's fine. It's fine…" Anne held Chloe's hand and walked toward Charlie, who was still bawling. "Charlie, does your head hurt? Let me have a look." "I don't want Papa anymore!" Charlie got on his feet and was very angry. "Papa is not my Papa anymore!"