Author Momo Novels & Stories

Watching her daughter get killed by another Death Row Infantry-woman haunted her every night. “You’re pretty like my mommy,” Lukas said. Olivia wanted to cry when Lukas told her she was pretty like his mom. “You think I’m pretty?” She giggled while bringing Lukas closer to her. “Yeah, you’re pretty like my mommy,” Lukas repeated, while running his miniature fingers across Olivia’s chin. Lukas wanted his father back, but looking at Olivia and touching her chin comforted him at the moment.

"Talk to me, Mom. I'm your daughter, you have to tell me what's going on. Why are you being frantic? why are you nervous or should I say anxious." Her mother slide down against the closet and covered her face with her palms. "We were made to know that Alpha King Garrett Adams is coming to our Pack, he is going to kill us, he will kill us, all of us." She mumbled. "Kill us? Why would he kill us? we did nothing to him. He has Andra now so why would he disturb us again? did she piss him off? I know it, that bitch, she can't be trusted." Mona growled.

Chelsea teased. The thing with my mom is that she likes to think and to act like a teenage girl, the fact that she is about to hit fifty as never settled in her brain. "Well," I shrugged a bit and picked up my glass of tequila. "The only way I stopped her from following me is by making her think I was going to church." "Oh girl, you could have come with her. I like your mommy, she is so fun," Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now.

"Mommy! Sit with me." I dragged Sebastian with me and sat beside Kelly. "Son," the woman said. I was right. She was the mother of Sebastian. Sebastian nodded curtly and when we sat down, he pulled his hands away. Not looking good at all. There was already a high wall created by my dear husband. From the looks at it, it seemed like the woman wanted to break that wall, but did not know how. I must do something to fix this. "Good morning, Mom," I greeted.

Her skirt was a bit bigger than mine and swished even better than mine. Mom wasn’t just a mermaid, she was a mermaid queen! Dad had to see this. He would fall in love with Mom all over again, and my plan would be closer to being a victory. “We have to show Dad!” I said at once and unlocked the changing room door before Mom could stop me. “Alice!” she called, hurrying after me as I darted from the room. I ran back to the main room, and Dad looked up. He smiled when he spotted me, but that smile froze when he saw Mom next.

Mom shook her head and staggered backward until her back hit the wall. "This must be special effects makeup… This is a prank… Get up right now, Aurora, and stop messing around! This isn't funny at all!" she bellowed. But her voice had started to crack and tremble with tears. Mom used to be a doctor. Although she had switched careers and become a model, she still had basic medical knowledge. What she had just felt—the way my skin tore away, the texture, the stench—was a dead giveaway of the truth.

The next month, Mom would video call me, looking all apologetic. She would say she had been too busy last month and forgot to send the money, wiping away tears as she swore this month would be different. She would look at my increasingly gaunt face, crying about how she wanted to send me extra money so I could eat well and dress nicely while I was away in Airedale. After being let down so many times, I had stopped foolishly waiting for any of her empty promises. Action always spoke louder than words. Still, Mom spun beautiful tales about how much she loved me with nothing but words. Her concern was always empty talk, and not a single dollar ever appeared. Fortunately, I had developed the det

A release so he could function around Mom. But the rationalization felt hollow as another loud moan tore through the wall. Mom was cumming, loud and shameless. Marcus growled her name, or something close to it, and the thrusting sounds grew erratic and brutal. I could almost feel the impact of his hips, the way his balls would slap against her. My own body betrayed me, pulsing with empty need. I was so wet that it had soaked through to the sheets beneath me.

You're right," she said. Just then, their phones chimed at the same time. They pulled out their phones and tapped on the notifications. "Moms, when are you coming home? The other Moms are already here. It's my birthday today. I'm going to get angry if you don't come home soon." William's childish whining echoed through the room. Both Gloria and Joanne smiled at the same time. They carefully lifted their phones and sent voice messages to William to coax him. It was a familiar sight. They used to coax me like that in the past.

"I send you 50,000 dollars a month, and this is what you eat?" 50,000 dollars? The number detonated inside my head. "What... What do you mean 50,000 dollars?" My voice was shaking badly. All I ever received was 200 dollars. Dad looked taken aback. "On the 15th of every month, I transfer 50,000 dollars to your bank account." He turned his phone screen toward me. Line after line of transfer records filled the screen, every single one for 50,000 dollars, every single one with Mom's name attached to it.