Mama From Tattletail Novels & Stories

"Herbie, help your mom! I'm your real mother!" Ella screamed loudly, hoping to garner sympathy, but no one stepped forward to help her. Then Herbie’s voice broke through, cold yet trembling, filled with painful emotion, "I don't have a mother! She died when I was five!" Herbie's quiet but firm voice silenced Ella and brought an eerie calm to the corridor. Ella froze, stunned by Herbie's declaration. It was as if Herbie’s words had snapped Ella out of a dark trance, finally making her realize the damage she'd caused. Without another word, Ella allowed herself to be led away by security.

“ Don't talk like that, they are really good, in their place I would be curious too” “ It turns out that the more curious they are, the more information they go after, they are writers, Nella, you can't trust them”. “ We should have prepared for this”. “ Tell me about it, Mama got his phone number, can you believe it?” “ Bullshit! How did she do that? “ I cover my mouth with my hand to try to stifle laughter.

com is Mama's email eltan: I know What the! He knows it. So why is he still chatting with me? eltan: I've sent it to your mom eltan: check your email too eltan: maybe Tita is asleep so you just look eltan: chat me right away if something needs to be changed or I can go there now I'll bring my plate . irislily: Mama is asleep. maybe tomorrow he will check what you finished. eltan: you just look. you're still awake

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

Victoria sneered. “You certainly have done your homework. You can even name one of our kids. It’s a shame that you’re silly enough to pose as her mother!” She turned to the crowd of instructors. “Hear that? She knows the child’s name. Doesn’t that sound like a prepared predator?” “No! Maddie is honestly my daughter!” In the heat of the moment, I recalled the photos with my daughter stored in my phone. “I have pictures! I have pictures of Maddie and me together.” I squirmed my arm free and unlocked my mobile phone before pulling up the most recent photo in my camera roll.

Mom sounded nagging. Mom started screaming over my phone and nagging me about the Citra's problem. My mind still doesn't understand why Mama got angry about Citra. Plus, I never told you about Citra being kidnapped and hospitalized. A few seconds later, the name TEGUH was written in a big way in my brain. Because as far as I know, Papa only reads newspapers that contain political and economic news, while Mama never opens a gossip TV channel or even social media. Although once in a while to find out gossip about me.

"I never imagined that someone could love me like he did. I don't think I'll ever love again. I'm trying to be happy, mama, but it's so difficult. It's so difficult without him..." "You know what?" mama said, pulling me away and looking into my eyes, "I will go to New York and hunt down Costello. I will drag him by his ears and make him reveal all information about Lorenzo, and I swear to God, and if I discover that Lorenzo is still alive after you've been here pining away for him, he's going to have a lot to answer for! I swear to God, Delilah, there will be hell to pay!" Her words made me laugh, something about that image—about Mama pulling Nikolai Costello's ears made me laugh out loud. I

Gael’s spoke with a degree of panic at the surface. That only made me take a breath. I was slipping into an abyss that I couldn’t come back from. Tolina stepped forward. “Luna you have to let go of this hatred. It’s growing into something you won’t be able to control, and it will cost you everything.” I was still spiraling, and before I totally let it consume me, I heard the voice that will always stop time and make me listen. “PHOENIX GREELEY!” When I turned there was my Mama. She came up and cupped my face between both hands. The tears poured from her eyes, and I immediately came to all my senses. I started to call her name and she shushed me.

Maddox growled. “Why can’t we be together?” There was a new message from someone named Mother. Mother: don’t fuck this up. We are already in a tight spot. Feed her the poison and get the fuck out. “Tabitha. Who is your mother?” “She doesn’t have a mother.” Maddox wrapped his arm around me. His hand turned her phone so he could see it. “Who is this?” He asked, quietly. “I do have a mother.” She was fighting it.

He asked, being the charmer he was, Talia had enough rules to fill a twenty leaves note. “ We have to commit to our growing internet presence, and milk the buzz for all its worth. In other words, we need to give them something to talk about. At all times.” She reiterated and got interrupted by a familiar ringtone. Her ringtone. “ Oh shit.” She dived into her undergarments, reaching for her phone. She gulped, “ Hello?” “ Where the hell have you been?!” Emma winced at the voice of her mother, something was wrong.