William Papa Novels & Stories

"Tell me. Please. If it has anything to do with him, we can do it right! We can do it without murder! William's face went white for the first time—temporarily. A shadow fell across his face when he was named as being late." And he jammed it behind a sneer. "Fix it?" He derided. "You still do not understand, do you, boy?" Nathaniel's jaws were clenched. "Then talk." William moved to the large bookshelf in his study alcove. He ran his hand across the top of the old volumes and came to a very old, framed photo of his dad, Paul Harper. He removed it and held it for an instant.

I got out of the car in front of Williams company and made my way directly to Lukes office. Immediately I walked into the office, he literally started giving me a lecture about Williams family history and bombarded me with questions afterwards. I felt like a kid having an exam the next day. “Why doesn’t William have to go through this too?” I whine as I slouch in the seat. “Answer the question first.” He says and I roll my eyes. “His dad’s name is William the first.” I say jokingly but Luke just gives me a blank stare. “His dad’s name is Matthew Armani. William was born here in the U.S, he majored in business management in university, he has three masters degree in business administration an

Jasper replied. Having made enough money, he yearned not for more but to be with the woman he loves. "Oh, but I don't believe you." William snorted coldly. "Even if I said yes, you might stab me as soon as tomorrow. You're screwing with me, aren't you? Trying to get my father locked up behind bars?" While William's father was the mayor, his position was also a delicate one. "That's true… Or you can open an account abroad," Jasper replied patiently. "And you have plenty of reliable folks around you, so delegate it to them. It's not a problem as long as it isn't officially yours, is it?"

he says going silent, for a couple seconds. "Now, let's start with your president, he had to go, we're not even sorry for that, he's one low key human who was planning on another great war, to steal all your money and make an island for the rich as their resort, of course some of the low clase would stay alive, every royalties need their servents, we tried to talk to him, but he went down the violent street and had to be put down," William says talking about the president as if he's some kind of feral animal.

It was fun to see Apallo shake and shiver in fear afterall, he’d also enjoyed watching his father shiver and shake in fear 22years ago. “22years ago you and your leader, Vladimir killed an innocent man, Brandon Wolfs and his friend, Thomas. Tell me what the reason was and where your boss is if you truly wish to live.” Apallo shivered ferociously. “I don’t have any idea what you are talking about “ Alex used his pocket knife in his hand to stab Apallo’s hands as he watched him scream. “That’s not the response I’m looking for” “I don’t know what you are talking about, honestly”. Apallo groaned holding his injured hands. “I do know that it had something to do with Bellacita”

William says trying to get his point straight at laura, "Petty lies he's telling you" I tilt my head to a side to see Derek walking towards William and I gracefully, "Get away from us, let's go laura" William yells, "I thibk you are the one swaging her around, Laura William is a beast addicted to sex I was once a victim"

"Why?" "You have a bigger problem to face here. You can't afford to be absent while the problem will start emerging. Since Venenata Negra has been resurrected, expect that little by little, calamity will strike Valeria. The people will need you when that time happens." Papa explained. He doesn't look annoyed, but more of a professional who's talking to his business partner. I was not allowed to come. But I have this feeling that Papa doesn't like working with a team. He prefers to work alone and get the job done. So there is a very high chance that he will reject Elijah. Unless he needs the help of others.

she said matter-of-factly. "Yeah?" "Uh-huh. She gets all stiff when you're around. Like she's trying really hard to remember something important." I didn't know what to do with that observation. "Who was that guy?" I asked, keeping my voice casual. "The one you call Papa?" "William is my papa!" She said it like I'd asked who the president was. "He brings me breakfast every single day. Today we got chocolate croissants!" Every day. Naturally.

I said in a low growl. Marcus smirked, leaning in closer. “So, she is the reason why you went soft. The infamous Capone, who used to carve his enemies without blinking now babysitting a girl who can barely hold a gun.” “Enough,” William said with annoyance while pinching the bridge of his nose. He made his way to his feet. “Listen, Casio. Give over all your docks to us, and we can pretend this never happened.” His gaze darted to Whitney, then back to me.

He gave a light bow and turned to press his phone. 'What are you doing here, boss? I read his message and scoffed. As*hole. 'The same thing you're doing here dummy, now answer my question. I fumed as I send the message. 'Well… That's William, my Dad. I read, and my eyes bulged immediately. William? The same William? He's popular known in the whole San Francisco, he's a notorious criminal but trust me he has never been caught before- he would always escape his crimes.