Mama Bts Novels & Stories

“You can wait for me in the car.” “Okay, ma.” Rathnait bowed her head and walked out. Carissa looked at the staff and bowed her head once again, smiling, before she walked into Kayden's office. “Who is she?” James asked immediately as Carissa walked into the corner. “I bet you haven’t logged in to your social media account since last night, and too bad you missed the engagement,” Anna shook her head in pity and explained. “She is the daughter of Mr. Stone Steve, and the present CEO of Stone company.”

But she wasn't done and the people in the room were interested in our conversation. "Habibeti, min fadlik. Ahtajoki bi aman la uridi an yantahi biki Al amr mitil abiki, anti kolo ma lady hata law yajibo aalayna an ntsaada maaa aadaina," Mama voiced mournfully, eyes filled with sadness and absolute determination. (Love, please. I need you safe, I don't want you to end up like your dad, you're all I have and if it means that we have to partner up with our rivals)

"Am not hungry. Bella replied. Bella's stomach didn't know how to keep a secret because it rumbled so loud that almost everyone on the continent could hear the sound. Bella felt really embarrassed and just smiled awkwardly. Christian didn't say a word he just kept driving. Bella was so engrossed with her phone watching BTS videos on YouTube. Jung Kook was actually her favourite member of the group , his voice and his looks made her love him. She loves the Astro group as well especially Cha Eun Woo. She had seen almost all the movies he starred in and she really enjoy watching him.

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

She beamed, caressing her tummy protectively as she spoke, her scent spiked up, filling my nostrils with her vanilla scent. “I just couldn’t hold myself back, I’m so happy, Elena. So happy that I came running here.” She beamed, hugging me again but this time calmly. “I’m so happy for you. You’d be a great mother, Vanessa.” I say and she giggled. Well, this is good, right? Mathew has accepted the pregnancy so everything is alright.

I have a feeling that I am not used to this kind of extravagance. "Enzo," Papa calls and I turn to him. My name is Beckham, that much I remember. But papa insists on calling me Enzo, regardless of how many times I correct him. He says that Beckham is not an Italian name. "Yes Papa." I reply. "These are my other children, your sister, Alessia, and little brother, Dante. There is another one, Sofia. She is in Italy, and would be receiving the same training as you." Papa leaves me with Alessia. I know that she doesn't like me from the way she immediately ignores me and walks away. I don't mind, she is beautiful, like the nurses, but I feel like she has a nasty temper.

"Fuck your father and find the happiness you deserve, son. I did." A smile spreads across my lips. After Logan was born, Mom divorced Sebastian and married a man who loved her for who she was and not only what she could provide. She didn't have any more children physically, but got to mother two girls in addition to her six boys. She was on cloud nine. I envied that. I wanted my own cloud nine. Also, Mom's a doctor, Dr. Gemma Ann Fielding. And the best part about all of this is that she is the exclusive doctor to the Spencers. That made Sebastian so fucking angry, and it's funny as hell still to this date.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

"You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?" "Well, she is doing it for her own personal revenge against him. He did horrible things to her." She shivered slightly as she recalled. "And she would be needing money." With her being this close to me, I kissed her lips. "You see why I said you are amazing?" "You already started it. So it didn't take much for her to be found." I chuckled. "That reminds me, what did you do with my money, Mama?" "Charity." I could not help but laugh. "You went from, 'I don't want anything to do with your money' to spending and giving out at will."

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.