Maid Sama Novels & Stories

Susanna patted my back, “I know you want to know your parents but most of us here were young when the great war happened while some of us were born after. We don’t even know much about the people we lost. Elder Tamia is the only one who was old enough to memorize each names and faces of those we lost.” So she is the only one who can point me in the direction of my parents… “You aren’t Elora’s child. They both died.” Mia Lu chimed, wiping her face. “Your mother must be one of the Seers as well but since she probably escaped alone, I don’t know which one she is. I think you should just focus on healing, training, and recognizing your ability.” I wanted to argue. I mean, Mia Lu sounded dismissi

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

I continued, taking my seat and removing some pills from my drawers before throwing it right into my mouth. “Versa Link group of companies, Sir,” Barack answered. “It is owned and managed by some Mrs Rivera.” “Mrs Rivera,” I pondered before looking up. “You, what's your name?” I pointed at the stranger. “Bob, sir.” “Bob,” I repeated. “Do you know what kind of things I am capable of doing to you, Bob?” He stared at me and didn't say anything. I saw liquid drip onto the office floor tiles from his legs and a smirk escaped my lips.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Somia said while slapping his shoulder "And You are Aima"Haris said while pointing his both hands towards her Somia smacked her head and made a cute pout . " I AM NOT AIMA. I AM SOMIA AHMAD SIDDIQUE . DAUGHTER OF AHMAD SIDDIQUE .SISTER OF BURHAN SIDDIQUE. GRAND DAUGHTER OF AKRAM SIDDIQUE."Somia said in shouting tone and glaring at him He was looking at her feeling like a mental. He don't know what the hell is happening.

I pull away quickly, we are not friends, and I am not interested in pretending to be. “My name is Maija. How are you, Sienna?” I know she knows my name and is currently just a bitch, and while I could have easily called her a raccoon since she is still sporting the look, my mother raised me better than that. “Mara, I’m doing lovely, except I have one problem, it’s a huge problem. I am wondering if you can help me.” Did this bitch call me Mara? I sigh; I have no interest in her petty squabble?

Damika smiled warmly “Yaayyyy ! I have a little tigress, I have a little sister, I’m so happy, maasi mom, I want to meet her, why can’t you bring her to the island?” Little Tiger heard about having a little sister as soon as he entered with a gift for his maasi mom Maya just now realised why was the child calling her maasi mom, because she was his maasi, mother’s sister, a flood of affection filled her heart as she searched for Mahira in the boy’s face

Mom asks, putting on her usual high pitched stranger voice, “Hiii, I’m Aka’s mother, Hato Nishinzu.” Mom extends her hand, and much to my surprise, Mia takes it and shakes it passionately. “I’m Mia Utsugo, it’s nice to meet you.” She responds, using the same tone she uses while talking to me. Dad introduces himself as well, and they both start making small talk with her, while I look at our destination.

Makaila cooed, a tired smile spread across her lips. "Just like you." I smiled at Makaila. I bent and kissed our baby on her forehead. She suddenly stirred and opened her eyes. They were bright and blue, crystal clear like the oceans, just like mine. She also had brunette hair just like mine but she definitely had her mum's beauty. She gave me a crooked smile and my heart swelled in my chest. "What do we name her?" Makaila asked. "Sierra." I quickly said. "How about Crystal?" Makaila argued with me.

she says sweetly, bowing to my mother. “Oh Goddess, please don’t call me Mrs. Dema, I’m over two thousand years old, but I’m not senile. Call me Lydia, my dear. And this, “she speeds to the opposite side of the room and returns in less than a second, with my father in tow, “is Gideon, my husband, and Samael’s father.”