Jesus Calling For Moms Novels & Stories

"You are only an ingrate, and I wish I had another son who is smarter than you." "Mom…" Caden frowned, unable to rebel against his mother. Just then, her phone rang, and she took it up to see who the caller was. "Who's calling you, Mom?" they asked her. "I don't know. Let me find out," Mrs. Jennifer replied and answered the call. "Hello, who am I speaking with?"

I forgot how fast she was, as I looked at her startled by her presence. “Didn’t think you could run off without me, now did you?” she says with a smirk. We enter the doors, hearing screaming in the hallway. Looking ahead, we both rush forward uncertain of what to expect. As we round the corner we are stopped in our tracks. Christian’s mother is in the middle of the floor crying and thanking the Moon Goddess. Christian’s father is trying to calm her, but it is not doing any good.

After successfully calming Nathan's Mother, saying some consoling words to her. I received a call from the house. "I want to see Nathan, tell him to come out now" I heard this words underneath while speaking to Jackson, my house keeper. "Who is that and what's with the loud voice?" I asked Jackson. I couldn't excuse myself to pick up the call based on what's happening at the moment, I could only move close to the window side. Nathan Mother flew up thinking it was a call from her son. "Hand the phone over to me, is that my son Nathan, is he at home? Tell him to come to the hospital right now" Nathan Mother said in trembling voice.

mom asks looking at me worriedly. I nod as I drink my coffee. I heard her sigh then she stands and take our empty cups to the sink and washed it before returning to her seat. “So she had returned I know it. It is just like the goddess Eve predicted that the black goddess will return one day.” Mom utters before she take a deep breath and sigh.

The things we girls do for romance. “Frank, come and see your daughter o” my mother shouted as my father came to the phone. She had already begun saying her rosary. “The father, son and holy spirit” she chanted over and over. Before mummy brings out her holy water, I just called to tell you I’m back from work” I said not wanting to indulge long enough for my mother to make her move. “How was it?” my father asked, momentarily looking away from the screen and smiling fondly.

Christian spoke slowly. James snorted. “Do you have any other explanation for what you can do?” Christian shrugged. “I guess not.” His mother meanwhile seemed to be a woman searching inside of herself. What she was looking for, James didn’t know but he hoped she was convinced. They had to convince them. Life hung in the balance. Rebekah met their waiting eyes. “So . . . let’s say we believe you, what then?”

she says in excitement “Mum, how did you know he is going to ask me to marry him?” I asked, absolutely surprised “Oh, honey Christians mum called, she said Christian called her earlier today asking for her blessing, you have no idea how excited I am sweetheart, you’ve made us so proud, I have to go now honey, call me when it’s done, bye sweetie,” Mum! Mum! I sigh, realizing she ended the call already, looking up i see Christian approaching my car he must have seen me arrive,

She knew she might take on that role if her relationship with Christan works out, but still… is she ready? “Well, is that okay with you? I mean, you already have someone you call mom… you’re fine with calling me mom, too?” If she’s honest, she feels like it’s a huge honor. But she’s unsure if she can give justice to the title. Their mom has been very great, and she might not be able to come close to her level. “Well, we also want a mom we can talk to?” Carl tried to explain, since Drew seemed unable to form a response. He did nod at Carl’s statement, though.

I moved back to the bed to lie down, and the sound of my phone ringing snapped me awake. "Who's calling?" I grabbed my phone, thinking that it was Franklin, but it was my mother. "Why is she calling me again?" I muttered, lying on my back on the bed, then I proceeded to answer her call. "Natalie, I was calling you to tell you not to be bothered by what that fake prophetess told you," my mother said, and I was silent at first, trying not to direct my anger at her. "Mom, the woman isn't fake. I went to see Mrs. Agnes, and she confirmed to me and her family that she cursed me."

Even for us, that was crossing a dangerous line. She took a step closer and grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. “And you think I give a fuck?” she asked coldly. Her tone sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded slowly. “You’re right.” She released my chin and stepped back. “Now call your boys.” I swallowed. This was happening. We were really doing this. My hands shook with excitement as I picked up my phone again. My mother crossed her arms, waiting. “Now call your boys to kidnap the priest,” she said.