Bokong Mama Novels & Stories

#ExposeMadamBuenavista My mother experienced abuse from that rich demon. My mother is a masseuse and was once summoned to their mansion to massage the demon. After the massage, she complained that my mother's hands were too heavy, and then suddenly took my mother to their basement and hit her with a wooden stick, claiming that it was so my mother could experience the pain she felt. You have no heart! You deserve to be burned in hell! #ExposeMadamBuenavista

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy about 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?’

Bia wanted to look back, but she knew that if she did, it would be even harder to leave the Bimantara house. Abi, Mama is sorry. Mama cannot stay with you any longer. Mama cannot protect you anymore. Mama won't be there to see your very first steps. Even if Mama is not around, I hope you grow up to be a good boy. Mama will never forget you. You will always be Mama's precious little boy. Please forgive Mama one more time.

“What is your real name?” “Walk with me, Miss. I will lead you to your room and we will talk on the way,” Mama smiled at me. I returned the smile fondly and walked with her. She continued, “My name is Mamariahkutunda and before you ask, it has African roots. My dad was a doctor and he did some volunteer work in Africa. He met a very beautiful lady, cheated on my mum, and…” “Cheated on your mum!” I exclaimed. I was taken aback at once.

"Bakit ganiyan ang boses mo napano ka?" ["S-si..] Ngayon naman ay humiwalay na ako sa railings ng marinig ang mahina niyang hikbi. "Anong nangyayari Bingo? Umiiyak ka ba?" Mag kakahalong boses ang naririnig ko sa background at hindi ko maintindihan ang mga sinasabi. Pero tila luminaw ang pandinig ko ng marinig ang sunod na sinabi ni Bingo. ["Si A-auntie kasi Grace.. I-inatake ang Nanay mo nag aagaw buhay siya ngayon."]

Mama said. “A leash, who exactly do you think you are talking to?” Cameron got in Mama’s face. Reina, Teresa, Chino, and I stood behind Mama. Javier stood behind her. “Bitch, would you like to try me?” Mama looked at her. “I will kick your ass and have the rest of them beat your ass too. Is that what you want. If not back up.” Cameron looked at all of us and then turned to see Javier standing behind her, and she nearly jumped out her shoes.

Please, mommy! " Mommy is very tired…" Kia said and looked at his mother. " Don't worry, mommy is feeling very good. I will do that with you guys, okay?" She said and smiled as she walked up to them. " Now, go and hide yourselves. Five … four…." She said while they hurriedly went ahead to hide themselves. As soon as Kim and Honey got to a point, they stumbled on each other but Kia hurriedly stood up and went to hide, leaving Beauty there for a second.

My mother started. “We wanted to see you because we have missed you and this was the only way you would have agreed to come. I'm not sure that's trickery,” he said in a hoarse voice after a dry chuckle. “I made Samosa, just how you like it,” he added with a smile that caused his wrinkles to appear. “Is this a fucking joke?!” I raised my voice so high, I was pretty sure the neighbors heard. My father ran quickly towards me. “Please Bella, the company is shattered. We have nothing to eat,” he said tearfully. “We are suffering, Bella. I am sorry for everything I did to you but you must realize that I am still your father.”

Whatever she does, my mother knows how to make a mean steak but I learned that it's my brother who's cooked today. "That's literally one of the biggest names," Nicki says. "It's hard for anyone to get in to work for the Kesingtons." Tiffany looks flustered or embarrassed, I can't quite place it. "Make yourself comfortable," my father tells her with a full smile. I never knew he could do this but strangely, it feels wonderful being here with her. The air does not feel strangled. I am happy.

She is clean and pretty and looks like a really nice lady. “So you’re what we call a problem solver.” Maggie smiles and puts her arm around me. “Good job.” “Bokyun.” I whisper. “What, sweetie?” She leans in. “My name’s Bokyun, but Mama calls me Beckett sometimes.” I say a little louder. There’s a man standing behind her with his hands on his hips. He’s frowning like he’s worried about something. Maggie takes the socks off my hands and looks at my arms. Her mouth opens, and a little sound comes out.