Baki Mother Novels & Stories

"Yes. What we need to do now is uncover Susi's crimes. She married papa because she had bad intentions. She was the order of Bima, Papa's enemy who always failed to beat Papa in all matters. " Harry took a deep breath. He had heard his father's story about Bima, his father's high school friend who was always a rival in everything. Harry analyzed the possibility that his mother was now being locked up. He was sure his mother was in bad shape. He wanted to lead the search for Hani himself, but he couldn't leave Anna weak like she is now. He wanted to be the first to see Anna wake up. "Brother, I can't leave my wife who is still unconscious."

“Just call for help and come back for me.” “Damn it! I can’t just leave you here. What if they catch you? Huh? You think I’ll be at peace? What about me, huh? You want me to go crazy worrying? If your relatives weren’t cold-blooded, I’d leave you here. But they are, baby. They’ve already killed their own blood!” “W-who are you talking about? Mama?” she asked, confused. She had no other relatives here, so who was BK referring to?

Hellen Ferguson gushed to Madam Bai, oblivious to the charade unfolding before them. Madam Bai chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "Are you jealous of me? You are his biological mother and I am his godmother. No matter how old a child is, he or she will always be a little rebellious in front of his or her parents. Ahem… ahem… ahem." Her words were cut short by a violent coughing fit. Mr Ferguson, ever the picture of concern, turned to the Bai's. "I'm sorry that you and your sister-in-law have suffered today. Your sister-in-law is not in good health." He then ordered James, "Help your godmother back to the ward first."

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

Yet though I lived so warily, they still took me for someone capable of such schemes. I didn't know whether to be glad they thought so highly of my abilities or to grieve for the wretched image I held in their minds. After the birthday party ended, the three of them walked home, chatting and laughing joyfully. Suddenly, Mom halted in her steps. "You two go ahead. I just remembered I forgot something. I'll go back and get it." Then, ignoring Dad's and Andrew's calls behind her, she turned and left. I was puzzled. Mom was never a forgetful person. What could she have left behind? So, I followed her and saw her hail a taxi at a corner down the street. She told the driver to take her to the gene

"No, I'm sure your queen will not be angry." "Is she not your queen too? She is everybody's queen." She asked her mother as they walked. "Whoever is Veroni's queen is also Bami's queen." Bami deadpanned. "Because Bami is veroni's mother?" "Because Bami is Veroni's mother." She confirmed with an affirmative nod. "Can Veroni tell her mama that she loves her?" Bami stopped suddenly and stared at her daughter. In the past few days, she has added weight and she looked so brighter than ever.

He was trying to keep his voice level, but I could hear the confusion and frustration seeping into his words. “Well just now for one. But I have been many times throughout my life. Every time that Hank beat me, or every time that something bad happened at school, she would call me to her and comfort me. When I was a baby, she brought me food, rocked me to sleep and took care of me. And she sang to me, a lullaby, oh Gunner it is the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and her voice is magnificent. Can you believe it? I had a mother this whole time! Gunner, I wasn’t alone, Selene, or mother as I called her, she was there” “Woah, woah, woah! Zee slow down! Are you telling me that the Moon Go

Amirat says, “you are welcome” 'Tara says, and she ended up with the phone calls, and she returned to the bedroom, she opened the vault that is in the bedroom, she brought out all the documents and she found other houses documents again but Zack's mother name was written on the document, and she called, “hello baby girl” Bibi responded, “am fine, but we have a lot to discuss today” 'Tara says, “Okay, wait a minute, I will call you back,” Bibi says and she was thinking about what to do, but she likes money and she wants to become a billionaire and lives a large life that her parents never lived,

Paul noticed Calista staring at the hands and said, "The battery is dead. I can take it to the watch store later, and it will work normally again." "There’s no need," Calista replied as she put the watch away. "This is my mother's heirloom, and I want to keep it there, safe. Thank you." Mrs. Baker glanced at Paul, her usually gentle face now shadowed with guilt. "You’re too kind. When your father did what he did back then, the Baker family was also facing financial difficulties. We couldn't help you, and I've felt guilty about it all these years. I've thought that even in death, I would be too ashamed to see your mother … "

As she delved deeper into her mother's past, she discovered an old diary that chronicled Emily's journey, her dreams, and the immense love she had for her daughter. The diary offered glimpses into Emily's life, her struggles, and the reasons behind her heartbreaking decision. It painted a picture of a woman who had suffered greatly but had never stopped loving her daughter from afar. Katara realized that she was the product of a deep, selfless sacrifice—a sacrifice made out of love. Katara's hands trembled as she turned the delicate pages of the diary, her eyes brimming with tears. Each word written by her birth mother seemed to carry a piece of her soul, reaching out across time and space t