Bbw Ebony Mom Novels & Stories

"He is the owner of the fashion company Mommy is going to start working for. Which means..." "On Monday, DADDY AND MOMMY'S LOVE STORY WILL BEGIN... YAY..."

You don’t scoff at my mom. “Mom, Kennedy doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. She came on to me. And whatever power dynamic there was... She is the one with all the privileges. She’s a white billionaire. A woman who will soon be the boss of thousands of people. Plus, she’s older than me. It’s not like I was sleeping with an eighteen-year-old student.” Mom shook her head, clearly disappointed in me. “Is that why you quit?” “Yeah, is it?” Keyla asked.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

[Damon] A round of applause fills the room, but all I feel is a gnawing sense of dread. What have we just done? Mom stands, her body shaking with what I assume to be excitement or fear. Maybe both. I grab her arm. “Mom, are you insane? We just bid the entire Blackwood estate on a fifty-fifty chance!” She looks at me, her eyes blazing with something I can’t quite place. “It was worth it, Damon. We’re going to save the company. We’re going to be the most powerful people in the world.”

On the day of the topping-out ceremony for the resettlement housing, my mother, Diana Knowles, insists on reporting me to the authorities for shoddy workmanship. It's all because my cousin, Marco Sanford, went to play at the construction site, stepped into the freshly set cement, and scraped his knee. "You think you're so great just because you built a couple of buildings?" Mom screams at me. "I can't just stand by and watch you put the whole town in danger just to make millions of dollars by pocketing the difference!" Marco clutches his bandage and explains quietly, "It's all my fault for climbing over the fence to play there, Aunt Diana. The construction workers even tried to stop me.

Coraline ignored her reproach. "I already told you, you're not needed. We have enough money to find a compatible donor, and in any case, if my grandson needs a sibling, Inesa can..." "Inesa will not be the mother of any child bearing my name." At that moment, Sebastián entered the room, interrupting the conversation. His gaze was icy as it locked onto his mother.

She turned back while pushing the plates away. "Ele!" She exclaimed. "Hey, babe!" Elena said. "Don't hey babe me, okay? You remembered me just now?" Athaliah said with a pout. "Aww. I am so sorry, babe. You know how naughty Kayden is. He makes me sweat every moment. I don't know what will happen to me when he grows up." Elena said with a sigh. Athaliah chuckled at her. It's true that Kayden is a very naughty one year old baby boy.

Onscreen, Mom and Zoey sat on the bed. "You need to make the first move." Mom jabbed Zoey's forehead. "Men are all the same. If it's handed to them, why would they say no?" Zoey fidgeted with her fingers. "Mom... isn't this kinda messed up...?" "Quit the act," Mom snapped. "You think I don't know you've been sneaking around with that hairstylist already?" Zoey's head jerked up, her face going pale. "That guy barely pulls three grand a month," Mom went on. "How's he supposed to compare to Bruce? Bruce is the Brighton family's only heir. He's worth hundreds of millions. Marry him, and you're set for life."

“Dad, I’m not in there. I can’t open the door. You should go rest.” He frowned slightly, his tone turning stern. “You’ve got quite the temper for someone your age. “Your mom has done so much for you. Try to be a little more understanding, okay?” I’ve always known that. Mom gave up everything for me. To get money for her brother's wedding, she had been forced into a marriage with a man she barely knew. Then I was born, and they discovered my genetic disorder. Everyone told her to give up on me. She refused.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.