Ane Wa Yan Mama Novels & Stories

“Galit na galit ka non tapos parang kayang-kaya mong banggain kahit sino.” “Anong meron don?” his tone voice is just neutral. “Hindi ko lang akalain na ganoon pala kayo ka-close ni Mama.” Ngumiti siya kaya sinilip ko ang kalsada. Nagtaka ako. “Anong ngingitian mo diyan?” He shook his head. “Tinawag mong Mama si Mom.” What’s funny with that? “Iyon kasi ang gusto niyang itawag ko sa kaniya.”

LEILANI Cold sweats began to emanate from my body, I couldn't believe that I'd been a terrible mother. How could I forget that I gave birth to twins? Even though I lost my little Miranda, how could I forget her? What sort of mother am I? And now I had no idea where my angel was buried. "I'm a bad mother," I cried and held onto Malcolm's shirt. "Calm down, Lani. Your experience at the park today is affecting you. Take a deep breath, Lani," Malcolm said, trying so hard to pacify me.

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.

But Mom, as long as you’re happy, I am happy too. I reached out to touch the bunny plush. My hand passed right through it. How…? Panic rose in my chest. Then I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Mom and Dad were back.

The only thing keeping them going was the need to clear my name. I was not a liar. I was a good kid. When the relatives saw them, they immediately crowded around. “How’s Anna? Where is she? Why didn’t she come back with you?” “It was just a fishbone, right? They took it out, right? There’s no reason for her to sulk any longer!” Mom dropped to her knees in front of everyone and told them I was dead. As she spoke, she slapped herself.

"He sold you like livestock to cover a gambling debt. She treated you like the dirt beneath her heels while you cooked the very meals that kept her alive. And you want them to just... be poor? To have a roof and a second chance? Did I waste my time on a woman who has no teeth? Tell me, Veronica. When you closed your eyes in that basement, did you dream of them being poor, or did you dream of them being gone?" A slow, cold heat began to rise in my chest, a sensation I had never allowed myself to feel before. I thought of the nights I went hungry because Meredith didn't like the way I seasoned the soup. I thought of Thaddeus looking through me as if I were a piece of furniture he was bored of

The little girl ran out of the shop doorway with tears streaming down her face and dark curls bouncing with each step, running straight into the woman's arms like she was the only safe place in the world. "Mama, I was so scared!" The child buried her face against the woman's stomach, her small hands gripping the fabric of her mother's shirt. Dynan couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except stare at the little girl who had his eyes and his nose and his scent mixed with her mothers. His wolf was howling inside him, demanding answers and action, but his body felt like it had been turned to stone. The woman looked up and their eyes. And lo and behold, it was Daggy Johns.

“You speak as though you belong here.” “I belong to my family,” I replied. “You are small,” the Void observed. “Unfinished.” “So are seeds,” I said. Kael jerked. “Do not talk to it.” “It already talks to me,” I answered. The ground trembled faintly beneath our feet. “Kenny,” Mama said urgently, “if you step into the medallion, I may not be able to pull you back.” “I am not going to stay,” I said. “I am opening the door.”

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

I beamed, my voice low yet edged with a dripping malice. Ivy turned to me, mouth agape, blinking innocently. Gosh, why do I have to take care of this little excuse of a baby. I couldn't give Ella the impression that I, after down talking her parenting skills, gave up after mere minutes with her daughter. “I'm all done auntie.” She said, her little arms flying in the air as if jumping for joy. Shd dropped the cutleries before turning to stare at me. “Can we go to Willie Wonks now, you promised remember? My mommy says only naughty people go back on their promises.”