Novel & Cerita Jesus Calling For Moms

Mom asked me to stay safe and take care of my two children; The born one and the unborn one. The next night after she left, I got a strange call. I quickly pick up since it's a new number. "It's your Mom." Something about the call is super chilling to the bone. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

IRIS When the text came in, I was still half drowsy. I picked up my phone and stared at the screen until my eyes focused. It was from my mother. Someone had called her, from California, asking questions about me. I sat up quickly. I wanted to shake Ryker, to wake him, I was frightened that someone had found my mom in Ohio. He hadn't slept well, tossing and turning most of the remainder of the night. I walked quietly to the kitchen and called Deacon. "Someone called my mom Deacon. Why would they do that? They were asking about me?" I said scared one of these crazy assasans was looking for a way to retaliate. Deacon was quiet. "Hello? Do I need to wake Ryker? What do I need to do?" I said agai

Spin the placcete on the board three times while closing your eyes. "Hi, any spirits in here?" Silence. Nothing happened. I turned back to placcete. "I call my mom to come here." Silence. Okay. "I call my mom to come here." 'srekk' [H-I] I am surprised! This is real? "Mom, is that you?" "Yes." "Really? What is your name?" [J-A-N-E] Oh my God! "You can hear me, Mom?" [Y-E-S] "I miss you. You know, your granddaughter miss you too."

Talking about this matter with yet another person was annoying and that was because we hadn't made any substantial headway. "No mom. We are still waiting and praying. We believe that before the day ends we'll hear something." I replied. I was trying to make myself believe my words too. My mom sighed "It is well. I called to ur father to also use his own resources. We will find her in Jesus name. I'm seriously praying and fasting for her." "Thank you mom." I said. I appreciated how supportive she was and how much she loved Zara.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this! What am I, his Mom? Goddess, help me … don’t let him wake up yet.” X

For a five years old they are too smart. "He even removed all mom's pictures in this house." Thea said. "But it's okay, mamu said that we just have to pray that dad will find another woman who will love us as well." She added. She smiled upon hearing that. Mamu is how they call Mrs. Fontanilla. "You are lucky actually. Even though your mom is already in heaven, I'm sure she is watching over you everyday." "Like a guardian angel?" Thea opened her eyes and looked at her with her eyes sparkling.

My mom shot him a look. “I’m not panicking. I’m being responsible.” My dad muttered, “You’re being intense.” “I heard that, Mark.” “I wanted you to.” I was going to combust. Jessa was sitting perfectly still, hands folded in her lap like she was at church. My mom finally found the number. “Oh! Here we go.” She hit call. Jessa’s eyes went so wide I thought they might actually pop out of her head. The phone rang. Once. Twice.

JESSICA “Jessica Timothy,” My mother's voice came came through from the other line, stern, cold. Just as I was used to. I looked down at my watch, fest stomping impatiently. I wanted this call to be over. I so desperately wanted to end it. But then again, that would warrant another lecture. “I have warned you away from that family countless times…I have warned you away from that child of the Guerreros,” She sighs, “Why do you not listen?”

Moms voice thunders at me from over the phone. I freeze and start panicking, she is really pissed. Roman takes pity on me and snatches his phone from my death grip. He brings it to his ear and speaks. “Good evening, Mrs Jordan. It’s Roman Masters” My mom’s yelling from over the phone immediately ceases. “Roman, good evening” She replies to his greeting calmly.

She had no choice but to call Christan. At that moment, he had just finished the heated call with Xavier and was still fuming. Seeing that it was his mother calling, he took a deep breath to calm himself before answering. “Mom, what’s wrong?” “Christan… are you busy?” Mrs. Ryder’s voice was hesitant. He immediately sensed something was off. “I’m okay. Is it about Celia?” Sigh—a long sigh came from the other end before Mrs. Ryder’s voice broke with emotion. “Do you have time to come home?”