Maid Sama Novels & Stories

Breaking away from her, Maria held Mai's hand and faced the gravestone with a smile on her face. "Hello, Mai's mom! I'm Maria~! A friend to your daughter, and as long as Mai will allow it, I hope that we can remain friends until the end of time. Thank you for giving birth to such a wonderful person. Don't worry, I'll try to watch over her recklessness."

Despite the hair color and style being different, there was something unnervingly familiar about her face. "Mr. Sinclair," Brandon said quietly, "I'd like you to meet someone." The woman stepped forward, her eyes—identical to Gemini's—fixing on Simon with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine. "Hello, Simon," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I'm Maya Greyson. Gemini's mother." Simon felt as though the floor had dropped away beneath him. Despite Brandon's revelation earlier, seeing Maya Greyson in the flesh—alive, breathing, standing before him—was a shock to his system.

I will go whenever I want to meet her. “But Sia, she is so small. She needs her mother.” It was Abhimanyu’s mother who told this. She smile and said:” Mom, don’t worry. My daughter is smarter than her age and don’t worry she is more close to Kiara.” "Sia, please don't do this. You knew I did all this contract thing to bring Misha here, please bring her here. I am ready to do anything ": Abhimanyu begged her. Sia was a little surprised to see Abhimanyu like this,

When we arrived at my workplace, my mother immediately became very serious, and I was expecting for her to blow up. "What the hell are you thinking fully mated to this Aida De La Vega?" my mother inquired. The complete form of her name is Aida White De La Vega. My father asked, "Yes, but Susy sent some rouges to attack the kids in Italy," and I replied, "That's Selena." He then responded, "Yes, but Susy sent some rouges to attack the kids in Italy."and she wanted to come back and take care of her here that's also why the De La Vega's pack is here in case it came to a bigger attack the pack house would also be

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Mia turned to Merrick, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Are you dating my Mom?" Mia blurted out, unable to suppress her inquisitiveness. Merrick met Mia's gaze, his eyes crinkling with a gentle smile. "Yes, your mom is my girlfriend now," he responded, his voice filled with warmth. "So she's not just your mom anymore, but also my woman."

He looked at me asking for an explanation, I answered with a shake of my head. We feel that soon, we will be sabotaged by them. Mother and Great Madam They are both stubborn if they have willingness. "Suma! Mrs. Sastro is a West Javanese. She has strong tradition. From now on, the bride and groom must be kept in seclusion!" said the Great Madam. " Seclusion! What is that?" Mr. Kusuma was even more confused.

Relief filled my best friend's face as she saw me and her eyes watered. We were far apart on the line and couldn’t speak until later that night, when they released us all to mingle as we waited for who the Revillon man called, Madam Claire. “Marissa,” Kezira called the fake name the queen had given me as she clung to me in a tight hug and cried softly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here now, it's going to be better" I said as I held her face and tried to get her to calm down.

“So, I don't want to think about stepping into senior high right now, Master.” Jasson’s forehead wrinkled, “India?” he questioned, his hands clenched as he laid it on the table. His perfect jaw tightens for no apparent reason. Samara shook her head. Her father is Indian, and her mother is Filipino. The two met at Isla Lutherio. Mara, Samara’s mother, was born and raised on the island. She met Dawood, Samara’s father when she was eighteen when the latter works as Jasson’s personal driver.

The only people Mia knew well here were probably Jensen, and if Jensen had not asked, they would not have come over. Ada got out of Kisa's arms and took the boy's hand. "Look, she is the ma'am I was telling you about. She is very nice, almost like my mommy." Blake appeared cool in front of people. He drew back his hand and said in a serious tone of voice, "Ma'am is ma'am, and mommy is mommy; how can a ma'am be like a mommy?" "Why can't a ma'am be like mommy? When Ma'am gets together with my daddy, she will be my mommy."

It was loud, messy, and completely beneath her. She groaned in disgust. “Well, look at that… Amara Channel Aragon, welcome to hell.” She whispered to herself, nearly jumping when a high-pitched voice rang out. “Tonya! Is that really you?” A cheerful woman threw her arms around the maid. Amara grimaced. “And this must be your niece you’ve been talking about! What a beautiful young lady. Hello, sweetheart! I’m Selma Batumbakal—you can call me Mama Sel.” The woman beamed and offered her hand.