Angel Mommys Novels & Stories

What the hell ? “Oh my God !!! You are soooooo pretty !!!!” my Mom- the great Alpha Zoe Stone screamed in her sing song voice like a fan girl and if Aunt Nyssa’s hugs spelt death then Mom’s were enough to kill you for ten lifetimes- not exaggerating. I repeat. I am NOT exaggerating.

She was with Hivo while Stefanny was with Xave and Oceanie, building a sand castle. "Hivo, please watch Snow." "Yes mom, don't worry." I turned to Amanda, she was already frowning at Divine who’s now teasing at her. I just let them chitchatting, I busied myself on finding more clams. “By the way, where’s Angie?” Amanda “She's staying with Agatha. It looks like Agatha about to give birth anytime." I said "Oh, really?" Divine Well, today is not her due date. It’s just an assumption.

Today she can relax and just focus on herself while I deal with the details. I only have 1 child, seeing him glow with love is something every mother’s dream. I feel lucky that I can do this for them and unfortunately Angel doesn’t have any family so I make sure everyone that’s part of her life who she talks about and hold dear has a seat placement closer to the front. I want today to be perfect for them both. Damon’s POV

Me: "Oh, okay. So you don't mind?" Ann: "Mind? Why would I mind? I mean, she's your mom... my man's mom." Me: I was speechless. Ann: "So tell me, what do you call her? Mommy? Mom?" Me: "Well, I call her Mom when it's serious. Princess on normal days. And Mommy when I want something." Ann: She laughed. "Y'all must have a really good relationship."

Yes, she was the next Don to the families, but she still had a few other businesses that she alone owned, and had a main office downtown. “To what do I owe this pleasure, mom?” “I was having lunch with Cece and thought I’d stop in to see how you were?” Angel eyed her mother, a brow lifting slightly. “I love you mom, but you never stop in to see me. So, what do I owe this pleasure to?” she asked again. “Is is a crime to see my beautiful, hard working bambina (girl)?” “It’s not at all; I’m just the last one you stop by to see.” Angel stood up and kissed her mom’s cheek. “Now….”

How could Mom Max's mother didn't look at her, just waved her hand and said, "Amy, please don't talk and let me calm down. I really can't accept this result now. You're still so young, why can't you give birth As she spoke, she reached out and covered the position of her heart, feeling a little uncomfortable as she wanted to shed tears. "This Mo family, Max is the only heir, and your father and I were all hoping that you could inherit the lineage of our Mo family, but how could this result? It shouldn't have happened

Xavier asks, looking at his Mommy who seems restless since then. "I'm okay, why do you ask?" Lucrecia asks her son back who is standing in her right side. "You look uneasy after meeting that stranger," Xavier conveys his anxiety. Lucrecia grabs her son with her right hand, then holding him. "Actually, he is ... Em..." Lucrecia's hesitant to disclose what in her mind is. "Actually, he is ... Em..." "Mommy, was that man wicked?" Xavier's cutting her words while looking at her.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

I hurried downstairs to find her standing over a heap of shattered mirror glass, her face deathly pale. Her appearance was changing right before my eyes. Not only did her skin quickly turn a sallow yellow, but the lines around her mouth deepened, and several spots appeared on her cheeks. In a heartbeat, she looked like she'd aged 15 years. I stifled a laugh. Karma was working overtime. When Mom saw me, her gaze was manic. She lunged at me, gripping my arms and shaking me violently. "Is it you? Are you doing something to me?" I blinked, feigning utter shock. "Mom, what are you talking about? Oh, my God! What happened to your face? All those spots… Are you having an allergic reaction to your s

she whispers. “That’s him,” I smile. She climbs carefully onto the bed. “He’s small.” “For now,” Damian says. She studies his face seriously. “He looks like Daddy.” I groan softly. “Poor child,” I murmur. Damian gives me a look. Angela leans down and whispers to her brother, “Hi. I’m Angela. I’m still in charge.” Our son squirms and Damian chuckles softly. I look at my family. My daughter, my husband, and my newborn son. There is no tension sitting under the joy, no shadow waiting at the edge of the light.