Bapa Novels & Stories

Recap/ hi, I'm Boma Hart, there are a few things you know or maybe just forgot, mom called me on my way home, and told on that dad was at the hospital, reaching there, the doctor explained that he was not in danger, thankfully my old man, won't be leaving me so soon. ( Back home )

"Madam, you are the wife of Master Sikandar Shah. How can I call you a daughter? I am not able to call you this. You are our madam. And if the master happened to listen to it, then I am gone." "Then let him listen….why do I care?" Biya said, stressing on her words. "And Baba, from today on you will only call me daughter. It feels good to me. I feel the scent of my papa from you. Will you call me daughter?" Putting down the pipe of the water, she stood in front of him and said with hope. And Baba, after looking at shining drops of tear in her eyes, abruptly nodded his head. "Thank you, Baba." Biya held both his hands and kissed them. And he also smiled at her with this gesture.

Agnes was gently cradling her sleeping son when a soft knock echoed through the chamber. She looked up to see Baba Tunde standing at the doorway, his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. “Agnes,” he greeted warmly, stepping into the room. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Agnes smiled, shaking her head. “Not at all, Baba Tunde. Please, come in.” Baba Tunde approached the crib, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and delight as he gazed down at the baby. “He’s a strong and beautiful child,” he commented, his voice carrying a sense of reverence.

I explained, low-key impressed by my own proficiency at lying. "Assalamu Alaikum, uncle," West greeted Bapi, a courteous smile on his lips. Surprised at the Islamic greeting, I gaped at him. "Walaikumas Salam," Bapi replied, his shoulders relaxing. He turned to me. "Your mother called to ask when we'll be home, what should I tell her?" I looked over Bapi's shoulder at Luthfar Uncle, Khammi's husband, who slid his index across his throat to make a point.

Queen replied with a loud groan switching to call “ Are you groaning at me –I thought I asked you to apologize” Papa said “ I'm sorry” Queen grumbled before sitting back angrily “ Do you how many hours it will take before you get here, mama is very angry and worried” Papa muttered “ By mother, you mean your wife right –if so tell her, her baby says Hi and I am fine” Queen giggled out with laughter. “ Why are you so stubborn and heartless like your fath…” Papa said and shut his mouth when he realized who he was speaking with. The almighty stubborn Queen.

Angel wasn’t short, but he was on the taller side. “What’s Baba’s full name?” “Why?” “For research purposes,” he told her. She narrowed her eyes, but he swiped his lips against hers. “If I need to get Cara, I’ll need to know more about Baba. It’s important.” “Okay. John. John Kent,” she answered. “And Mama is Nadia Kent. She’ll always defend him.” “Good thing you’re out of there, baby. We are in this together now,” he said. Her blues seemed to shine. “What will you do when I’m gone?”

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"You are my real son, not a bastard." "How is he a bastard when he didn't impregnate himself?" Sherniel said the moment Baba's voice quieted down. "I mean, a bastard is someone without a father, which does not in any way apply to my mate. You are here and you are his father. Nothing can ever change that. Certainly not the words you make yourself believe. You fathered him! So, please, clarify how is he a bastard? What makes him any less of the son that you consider 'your only son'?" Her protective defense was filled with fury and condescension.

" No please don't do this Brian please." The girl cried out as I launched at her tearing a part of her cheek as she screamed in horror and pain. I enjoyed her tastes. "Shhh, it'll be over soon my lovely." I said as I dried off her tears with my fingers and continued feasting upon her face. I usually loved to dine on my prey on the table while they are tied down. I live alone, except for my one and only servant. Mr. Wilson is what I call him. My parents had passed when I was a lad, but they were like me. Cannibals. They raised me to believe how they believed. Feed upon the young and you remain young forever. I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's