Big Mom Before Novels & Stories

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

“Then what was all this for? All these years, I’ve played the role of both parents. I gave Bella the very best. I beat that disobedient fool into submission.” Mom turned to look at Dad. “Why wouldn’t Bella listen? I just wanted her to be at the top of her class. If only she’d obeyed me, then none of this would’ve happened!” The police yanked her upright. “Move.” Mom was dragged toward the detention cell at the end of the hallway. The iron door slammed shut behind her with a heavy thud. I held onto my sister’s hand. “Let’s go, Bella.” She nodded. “Okay.”

BECK- PRESENT When was the last time you saw a grown man cry? I don't cry because it is unsightly and makes me feel emasculated. But seeing Beth hooked to life support breaks me in ways I didn't think possible. It brings back memories of my childhood and my mother’s accident. That feeling of waiting helplessly for a miracle can be overwhelming. In my mother’s case, she had been rushing home to watch a recital of my latest hobby when she got into the accident. In this case, Beth had been running away from me.

Even though my aunt seemed like a bully sometimes, she was still so kind and loving. "Ouch, ouch, it really hurts," my uncle whimpered as my aunt blew on his toes. "I’d leave you to your devices, but I have a serious matter to discuss, Aunt Hannah," I said, and she immediately turned to me, dropping Uncle Victor’s leg off her thigh. "Ouch!" he cried, but she ignored him and focused on me. "Stop whining, Victor!" she snapped, and he immediately shut up. "So what's the issue, Jenna? Is it related to why you disappeared for two nights, only to come back dressed like you’re about to walk the runway?" she asked.

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

At once, a surge of deep hatred welled up within me. Just a week ago, Stella had told me that she was bringing Grandma on a trip around the world. But as it turned out, she ended up using Grandma as a clinical model for her inaugural hymenoplasty surgery at the hospital! She was such a beast! How dare she do such a thing to Grandma and humiliate the dignified matriarch of the Greene family like this? Tears immediately sprang from my eyes. This time, I turned and glared at Stella with fierce hatred.

She never realized how much he loved Rachel. The host's voice rang out, "Next up is a well-known porcelain piece: Love!" A snow-white sculpture was carried onto the stage—a mother elephant wrapping her trunk around her baby. Rachel suddenly looked up. Ethan noticed right away. "You like this one?" Rachel blushed and replied, "Yes... it reminds me of my mom." At that moment, Stella raised her number. "1 million dollars." She offered double the market price. She had to get her mother's final piece.

That’s why my mom gives them a lifetime punishment, because she knows Boy is her older brother’s son—and she’ll be guilty if she does something bad to Boy. My mom wants to behead them, but she knows their funeral cannot change everything. She promises to be a kind and tough Queen. She won’t do anything without thinking about it several times and asks the whole Royal Member how she should react to a question. She’s a copy of Grandpa. “Kate? What are you doing today?” Mom asked me. “Camu-Camu candied. It’s good for your body. Share it with Grandma too,” I answered. Mom giggled. “Do you make it by yourself?”

“Mom!!” TBC