Bokong Mama Novels & Stories

Pinupog ko pa ito ng halik sa pisngi at pansamantalang kinarga. "Ang aga mo naman yatang gumising!" Sita sa'kin ni mom. "Oh, ikaw ba nagluto ng mga 'yan?" Tila hindi pa ito makapaniwala. "Infairnes hindi sunog ang baccon!" Nakangising dagdag pa ni mom na talagang hindi man lang bumilib saakin.

Kaya nga laging pumuputak ang mga manok, eh. "Ay hindi na ba?" Balik na tanong ni mama. "Feeling ko..." Hindi ko maiwasang magtunog mayabang. Tumango tango pa siya. "Oo nga pala, hindi naman na kailangan..." Hindi ko maitago ang tuwa sa puso ko. Nanay ko talaga siya! Supportive kahit nilayasan ko. "Kasi wala naman ng i-ga-ganda pa, eh!"

Charmaine saw a birth-mark on her neck. Mrs. Charmaine held her back and stated vividly at the birthmark. A memory appeared in front of her and she remembered something from the past; playing with a kid, looking at the kid's neck, the kid crying, kids playing together and parents laughing and chatting. "Is everything okay, ma?" Carissa queried. Carissa's words got Mrs. Charmaine out of the memory and she came back to reality in shock. Mrs. Charmaine shook her head and quickly let go of Carissa. She smiled and apologized. "Everything is okay. I am sorry."

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.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

He took a deep breath, then pushed the door open. Mama was sitting up in bed, her eyes bright but her expression distant. She turned as the family entered, her gaze flickering over each of them before landing on Bala. For a moment, there was silence. Then Mama’s face lit up, her voice trembling with emotion. “Bala? Bala, it’s you! What are you doing here?”

It was strange having someone my age as a stepdad. Filled with enthusiasm, Mom prepared a feast. Bryan had the beverages covered, and I recalled it was the same drink he tried to feed my mother that afternoon. “You’ve been busy, babe. Have something to drink.” Bryan handed Mom a drink. My skin crawled when he called Mom “babe”. The whole thing was just so bizarre. To give Mom and Bryan some space, I finished my dinner quickly and went to my room. While I was changing my clothes, Bryan opened the door to my bedroom.

BIG KAI "Mama," "Who the hell is she?" "Mama, wha....." "Answer the damn question, boy!" she yelled, glaring at me. I felt Shawty gripping my hand. "Answer our mother, Kai." Imani chipped, adding to my fucking anger. I glared at her. She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair proudly. "I am talking to you, boy." Mama retorted, making me look at her. She is still glaring at me.

"Then he shouldn't ever come back anymore! This family isn't his to rule! Andy is our precious son. What does he even amount to anyway?" My heart ached as if pierced by needles, each prick sending waves of dense, suffocating pain. As you wished, Mom. I could never return anymore. … Inside the banquet hall, laughter and joy echoed. Mom wore a smile I rarely saw. The next moment, her phone rang. She answered cheerfully, "Hey Seth, is anything the matter? It's Andy's birthday today, so I'm pretty busy." It was Seth on the other end—the man who had tried to convince Mom to rescue me that day.

The little girl ran out of the shop doorway with tears streaming down her face and dark curls bouncing with each step, running straight into the woman's arms like she was the only safe place in the world. "Mama, I was so scared!" The child buried her face against the woman's stomach, her small hands gripping the fabric of her mother's shirt. Dynan couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except stare at the little girl who had his eyes and his nose and his scent mixed with her mothers. His wolf was howling inside him, demanding answers and action, but his body felt like it had been turned to stone. The woman looked up and their eyes. And lo and behold, it was Daggy Johns.