Jungjeon Mama Novels & Stories

I look like I'm looking at the same mirror but different visions and perceptions. "Geunyoga jigeum buiniraneun sasireun imi badadeuryonneunde jege ommaga dwendaneun goseunnyo anyo je chinomonineun ajik saragyesigo areumdapkko gonganghasigodeunnyo." He didn't answer me back but he slowly nodded at me. Translated: "I already accepted the fact that she's your wife now, but being a mother to me? No... because my real mother is still alive, beautiful and healthy."

"My daughter really is something. Stella? Please. Her mom was never on my level, and neither is she. The Ashfords went too far. You shouldn't have had to deal with this." Mary squeezed her hand. "Mom, it's fine. As long as I've got Jack wrapped around my finger, I'm his only wife." She smirked. "Stella can play nanny for free." "Exactly. Keep Jack close. Don't let him stray. A guy like him? Women are always circling. Don't let them mess with his head." "Relax. I've got it handled." Mary checked the time, frowning. "Seriously, what's taking so long?"

The little girl ran out of the shop doorway with tears streaming down her face and dark curls bouncing with each step, running straight into the woman's arms like she was the only safe place in the world. "Mama, I was so scared!" The child buried her face against the woman's stomach, her small hands gripping the fabric of her mother's shirt. Dynan couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except stare at the little girl who had his eyes and his nose and his scent mixed with her mothers. His wolf was howling inside him, demanding answers and action, but his body felt like it had been turned to stone. The woman looked up and their eyes. And lo and behold, it was Daggy Johns.

March 25, 2018 Han Ji Eun walked down to the Mapo Bridge with heavy steps. The purple bruises on her temples still ached even though she already taken a painkillers. Her skirt was torn so badly and forced her to wear the sweatpants. Her mother would scold her because they didn't have enough money to buy a new uniform. Ji Eun was sure that her mother would also beat her with a cane. His father also definitely wouldn't care about it.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

the halmeoni asked. Doojoon’s eomma. The title swam through Jihoon’s head. It wasn’t new to him. He’d heard many of his friends’ mothers addressed as such by neighbors or teachers. But he’d never had the opportunity to hear his own mother called Jihoon’s eomma. And now she was Doojoon’s eomma. It served to show she really wasn’t his mother anymore. “Eomeonim,” she addressed her mother-in-law. “He’s a delivery boy. He brought kimchi. I thought I’d make kimchi jjigae with it tonight.”

"But what if something happens to him?" "Nothing's going to happen to him mom. He is stronger than you think." Mrs. Jeong wiped away her tears and smiled. "I know that, but what if-" She interrupted "No if and buts." Mrs. Jeong nodded and sat back. "Dad, eat something. Jung-Hoon will be very angry if he finds out you are not taking care." Mr. Jeong nodded and started eating. Syanja smiled and made her way to Jung-Hoon's friends.

Silje was still eating when the door opened, and a woman walked in announcing loudly, “Mom! I went to an audition today and guess what happened!” The shrill-voiced woman was tall. In skin-tight jeans and high heels, she looked familiar. “Mom…!” The woman kept walking towards the kitchen when she saw Silje. She seemed shocked. “What are you doing here?” The girl, the restaurant owner’s daughter was model Jung Yun who taught Silje how to walk properly.

But she was cut off by Madam Jin's next word. "I don't want to hear my daughter's name from your mouth. If I do, I'll wipe you and your family from the face of the earth," Madam Jin was even scarier than Yang Lifei scaring Xue Li that her legs almost gave up. Who didn't know that Madam Jin's maternal family were the most influential military family in the whole country?

The only dude without a partner walked up to me and asked, “Hey, there. You seem tired from work. Why don’t you join us for a bit? You know, blow off some steam?” I glared at him before I rolled my eyes and turned to my sisters. “Where’s Mama?” I asked. “She already left a while ago,” Jaeyun replied as she drank some of her beer. “And the kids?” I asked again. “They’re in their room,” Jaeyun replied, absolutely uninterested about their kids. I sighed and turned around. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me by the wrist. Out of impulse, I twisted my arm and shook off the dude’s arm.