Bokong Mama Novels & Stories

She hates it. "Mama! No mama" she turned to look at her Baby who's making grabby hands towards her. "Mama! Don't go" he wiggles in her hold trying to get out of this. "Let her go baby, I will give you delicious foods. she's useless." Aaron Mother commanded him but he was Aaron’s child, so what if he's a Baby, he's a son of Aaron her strong mate he was more powerful than anyone in the room. Just because of his innocent mind and body he can't fight but he will not get affected by any other Aarons mother and grandmother except his fathe

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

Two. "Mama Soo!, can Konan come with us, please?..." Little Blake said, looking at his best friend's' mother with his ever pleading eyes, "don't worry, Mama Soo! We will be here before five! Or before you know it!" He says as he turned his looks on Konan who's now grinning at him while nodding at the agreement.

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.

This is why he is so attached to mama. What could have happened? What were they hiding? Mama scooped out some soup in a bowl and pushed it towards me. "Eat, child. You're so thin." She clipped. "I'm adding weight." I retorted. "Just your breasts. You need to fill in other places." She answered. I blushed. "Elia is in danger." I said sadly to mama. "She's safe." Mama said. I eyed her suspiciously. "How do you know that?"

I felt liberated. “I don’t know the full details, but I can sense that, apart from this child not being planned, you harbor some kind of resentment towards fatherhood. I don’t have kids, but everyone I know loves them. If you can, try to separate your feelings for the mother and situation from the child. My mama used to say that babies are blessings; so count yourself lucky to be blessed.” “I don’t feel blessed.” I confess. “You will, if you let yourself.”

"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.

"Tam, George just has temporary amnesia. He doesn't remember you right now, but didn't you love playing with him? Why don't we wait a few days? Maybe his memory will come back." Mom scoffed loudly in my head. "What nonsense! In your past life, that little girl from the Rogers family tore your favorite bow. You barely said anything, yet George locked you outside. "You stood in the rain for so long you almost got sick. In the end, it was that Muller boy who came looking for you with an umbrella. He kept saying 'what a hassle', but still draped his coat over you." Hearing that, something in my chest tightened. I didn't understand why Mom kept talking about the "past life", but every word weighe