Dice Mi Mama Memes Novels & Stories

"We're the lucky ones to know you." Her words strike a nerve. I can only manage a small, grateful nod. Papa Dennis, Miles' father, gives a sheepish, lopsided grin and raises a glass of champagne. "To the Luna," he says. "May her days be filled with happiness, even if my son has the emotional IQ of a snowdrift." Everyone laughs politely. I try to laugh too, but it comes out tight and thin.

I could feel my heart healing, slowly but surely. “She's stubborn like you,” my mother said, a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes, knowing she was teasing me. “I'm not stubborn,” I said, trying to sound convincing. But my mother and brother just laughed. “You have to admit, you can be a bit stubborn sometimes,” Drake chimed in. I groaned, but couldn't help but smile. I was glad to be back with my family, even if they tease me. I grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him over to my father. “This is my mate,” I said, unable to stop smiling.

Finally, after a long chit chat she looked at the window blankly remembering what her her mom told her before they went to Miller manor for engagement. “Lily! Mrs smith I am going to have a mommy soon! I am so happy! She is so pretty! I love you dad! I knew you will get me anything I want. Thank you so much!” Mia Miller squealed in happiness as she hugged her dad who was busy on the laptop working. Mrs. Smith, Lily and Mr. Shawn smiled happily at the little girl enthusiasm. Asher kissed her forehead and asked gently, “are you happy princess?” “I am very happy! I like her so much. She is so beautiful. Everyone will be jealous at how beautiful my mama is.” Mia Miller innocent reply made him sm

Ella “And there he was,” Miles said, gesturing dramatically with his arms. “Coming up on the final stretch, neck and neck with his rival, and out of nowhere, he pulled off this insane drift. I’m telling you, Ella, it was like watching a scene from a Fast and Furious movie. The crowd went wild!” “Oh, come on, Miles,” Logan said, waving his hand dismissively as he rolled his eyes. “You’re exaggerating. It wasn’t that insane.”

Mia was prepared for Levi's ridicule, but he replied, "Roger that, my dear mother." Mia was taken aback. She giggled and said, "Both father and son know the best way to make me happy!"

"So… when are we talking about that interview and how the internet is in full swoon mode over Daddy Wolfe and Hot Mama Talia?" Talia groaned. "Please. Don't." "Too late," Mia sang, pulling out her phone. "You're trending. And this clip? It's been memed to death." She hit play. Ethan (from the interview): "The moment I held my daughter, I knew. This ...they...are everything." Talia blinked. "Okay, that was kinda swoon-worthy." Ethan smirked. "Kinda?" Before Mia could tease them further, her phone buzzed again, and this time, her smile faded.

Madison nearly choked on her drink, and my mom covered her mouth as she let out a deep, amused chuckle. "This man really has a damn type, huh?" Madison snorted. "He’s like a walking punchline," I added, rolling my eyes. I texted Dom back: “My sister said the Chuckle Fuck sure has a type. Same thing you said.” A few dots appeared, then disappeared. Then reappeared. Dom: Lmao. She’s not wrong.

“Explain.” I take a breath. “It felt like… relief, like it was tired of waiting for someone to decide.” Aiden mutters, “That’s not ominous at all.” “I didn’t feel trapped,” I say. “I felt… taller.” Mama’s face changes at that. Not fear but recognition. Papa notices. “You’ve felt this before.” She nods once. “Long ago.” Aiden looks between them. “I hate when you do that.” Mama looks back at me. “Did it show you anything else?”

Red gown that stopped below my ass, sleeveless hands, and a cleavage that exposed my very small boobs, and a perfect full lips that could wrap perfectly around any cock. My hand shook, but I scrambled for my phone and hurriedly checked my socials with a pounding heart. Behold, the image on his phone was the same picture I posted on my I*******m. My lashes fluttered and I blinked, trying to process it. I was trying to see his cock. Not for the size but to confirm that he was really stroking himself. I want to believe, but how can I believe that my bestfriend’s Dad who hates me with every ounce of himself, is standing here in the lower standard, living room, stroking his cock and moaning my na

Mom added. "You will probably leave once you find your mate… Although I’d like it if your mate were here…" Dad said frowning. "Like who?" Liam asked, drinking his glass of milk. The baby didn’t drink hot drinks, but he had milk in the morning and at night. I smirked slyly as I looked at his milk moustache. Should I sneak a picture? I bit into my muffin just as dad spoke. "Damon, he would be ideal." I choked on the big bite I had stuffed in my mouth. It was now Liam’s turn to smirk, thumping my back.