Novelas y relatos de Papa Grande Creepypasta

I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him. I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children. His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him. To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it. Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore. I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years: "Principessa?" "It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home."

“It’s all right, Don Moretti. Go take care of your other child.” My six-year-old son raised one small hand and waved goodbye to his father. Matteo froze. For twenty-eight days, I had been teaching Luca to call him Don Moretti instead of Papa. It started the night Luca was burning with fever. Bianca Bellini sent word that her son was crying for Matteo, and my husband left our sick child without looking back. I held Luca against my chest and whispered, “Say goodnight to Don Moretti.” A week later, Matteo promised to attend Luca’s school presentation. Bianca sent for him again. Tommy had no father to sit beside him, she said. The other boys would laugh. Matteo went. I placed a sheet of paper in front of Luca and handed him a pen. “Write to your teacher,” I said. “Tell her Don Moretti will not be coming.” Every time Luca used the title, he hesitated. Sometimes the words took so long to leave his mouth that I nearly told him he could still call Matteo Papa. Then came the Moretti succession dinner. Matteo had promised to present Luca before every capo and elder, name him as his chosen heir, and give him a permanent seat at the Moretti table. Luca counted the days for two weeks. But outside the estate, Bianca’s driver stopped us with another message. Tommy was crying because the other children said he had no father. Pity crossed Matteo’s face. Before he could explain, Luca waved goodbye. “It’s all right, Don Moretti. Go take care of your other child.” Then he slipped his hand into mine. “Mom and I don’t need a seat at the Moretti table anymore.”

A babe reached out to feel her neck. She recalled the “love mark” that was still bright in color. It won’t come off anytime soon because she knew it had only been a night since.

Jewel Wright found herself as a single mother at the age of 19 after spending a night with her best friend and crush, Liam. She was unable to tell him about the pregnancy because he moved away without telling her. Years later, at 25, she's reunited with Liam, but this time around, they would not be able to be best friends, he was her boss and she was his PA. Also, due to the fact that Liam was engaged, Jewel kept the existence of her son a secret from him. However, they both learned that the feelings which they thought they had outgrown was still there and were both forced to make serious decisions which changed the course of their lives.

“You will never change.” That’s the last thing she said before she disappeared from his life. The last memories he ever had with the person that he realized he loved the most... but what can his realization do? When the tiniest bit of good memory with her was not left for him to reminisce,. But he will change. He knows he can change himself, just so she will be able to accept himself into her life once again. He will pamper her for an entire lifetime, even for the twins that she got from another man but.. Why? Why is she choosing him? Can he only look at her far afar, watching her happy with another man with the twin babies he found out as his? Will they be able to go back to the past?

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak. It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people. The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips. I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room. "Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!" "That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!" "Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?" Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it. "She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?" As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.

Brielle, a young woman in her late twenty's who was preparing for a new phase in her life was tangled up in an affair that ended in one night. She had been on a one night stand with a different man and they both couldn't deny the fact that they enjoyed that phase of the night. Later on, she got to realize the man she had a one night stand with was her new boss at work and she was his secretary. She now stand in between focusing on her new job as his secretary or leave her work just to save her face. Xavier who was her boss at work didn't treat her any different because they had a night affair some months ago but, he wouldn't let her go have fun with some other man depriving her with more work loads to keep her busy and stay with him. At times, he would be a different man she wanted to stay away from at all cost and sometimes, he had his sweet coat on which every other woman would fall for. Slowly, he began to fall in love with her and she tried to set boundaries not wanting to end up with the same man she had a one night stand with. She never thought he would convey any feelings for her because whatever they had shared that night was supposed to end that night as well. Brielle was thrown in a conflicting state of choices when she found out she was pregnant for him. Would she choose to love her boss whom she had made out with?

On my fifth year anniversary, the first two things I receive are two bills for water and electricity. My wife, Whitney Chapman, comes home at a late hour. She's carrying a food container that's filled with food that has gone cold. "Sorry, I was dealing with an extremely difficult client. I can only make it up to you with supper." She puts down the container before walking into the bathroom. While she doesn't reek of alcohol, there's dust coating the hem of her windbreaker. I call Whitney's secretary, only to find out that she has not been to the company today. A second before I end the call, the secretary adds, "By the way, Mr. Spencer, the new warehouse manager, Maxwell Clarke, was also absent from work today." Maxwell Clarke? The illegitimate child who brings nothing but shame to the Spencer family? What a big coincidence… or was it? I quickly contact the property manager of the villa based on the bills I've received. "A father-and-son duo have just moved into the villa last month." The manager then sends the list of inhabitants to me. The name listed is also Maxwell Clarke. This villa happens to be a property my father left for me back when Whitney and I first got married. Since it's too far from the city, I've left it vacant all this time because I wanted to reserve it as a villa meant for vacation purposes. Now, the people I hate are the ones living in that villa.

When I finally mustered the courage to confess my feelings to him, he just turned and walked away. When I finally emerged from the shadows and began a new chapter in my life, he was gone. Was it depression? I couldn’t believe it. I had to find out the truth about how he died.

An alliance between the humans and werewolves of Yellow moon town had been established during the 100 year-old war against the intruding vampire settlement within the town. Winter Ash come home to meet and learn of this war in which she has to inevitably be a part of when she's led to join the werewolf community after a brief period of staying in the Ash mansion, alone. An encounter with the sorceress, Scarlett Pin — to who she had been betrothed at death as Vinci Gray who is her ancestor and former self — reveals her past life and who she truly is as a wolf in the socio-sexual hierarchy of the packs in fragmental hints. Prior to this encounter and her resolution to live within the packs, she'd witnessed, foiled and survived both a theft plot towards the valuable La Reina painting and an assassination attempt towards her. The said painting, happens to be one of the remaining works of the first Sigma and famous artist, Vinci Gray, on whose works a value boom had fallen on in the global art market. She laters move to the town in search of Scarlett, her mate who turns out to be a young male sorcerer in contrast to her expectation, after leading the werewolves to war with the vampires