Mama Galak Novels & Stories

Looks like they didn't subject her precious daughter to punishments and hard labour. "Mother!!!" Galene sighed holding her mother as she had started weeping. "I'm good mother, he isn't that bad towards us and I'm not been maltreated" she said trying to sound convincing enough as she would not want her mother to fall sick while thinking too much about her.

He instinctively reached out to grab me, but suddenly, a child's bicycle came wobbling straight toward me. The wheel slammed into my leg, and I fell hard onto the ground. My palms scraped against the rough concrete, the skin breaking open. Ariana jumped off the bike in a panic, her voice trembling and tearful as she rushed toward me. "Tam, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you…" Before I could say anything, Mom's voice exploded in my head. "That little actress! Last time, she also grabbed your swing first, then cried as if you bullied her. That idiotic George believed her every single time!"

*Two and a half years ago* “You cannot tell me what to do. This is my life and I’ll do what makes me happy!” Marie screamed at the top of her lungs in her parent’s small living room in a conversation with her father and mother. They had called her to discuss her life after high school, but had flared up when she told them of her intention to become a hacker.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

Mama immediately shrieked. “He doesn’t live with me, Mamá.” “You’re his brother!” Mama rolled her eyes. “All my children are useless.” And somehow, the next three days passed. On the first day, Mama decided we needed to go hiking because “San Francisco children’s lungs are probably full of technology fog.” The trail wasn’t too hard, she said. Of course, according to Mama, “not too hard” meant there was an incline that made the stroller surrender at minute seven and forced me to carry Gabby, who had suddenly claimed her legs were “too princess for rocks.”

The gator lingered, waiting for seconds. Mama dipped a spoon, tasted her stew, smacked her lips. “Needs salt.” She sprinkled more in, then turned, eyes sharp on me. Jax spread his hands. “What do you want from us in the meantime? Sit here and… drink tea?” Mama’s grin went bright. “Yes.” She slid a chipped cup toward him. “An’ you pray for your King to be virile. Den she can help who she want” “He won’t touch her,” I said.

Sade’s high-caste mother, a bitter female named Aileen, sits across from her daughter, sipping hot wine while Sade paces the floor like a caged beast, her claws scratching frantically against her own arms. "I knew it! I knew Gali was completely lost to us!" Sade wails, her face pale with bitter jealousy. "Look at what he did, Mother! To protect that low-caste healer female, Gali did not just torture Allegra’s mate—he broadcasted the entire blood-hunt to the private council network! He made an example out of his own blood relatives just to keep Sandra safe! We cannot rely on the elders anymore! Gali is completely obsessed with her!" Aileen rolls her eyes hard, slapping her wooden wine goblet

Mahahabang pilik-mata, makinis na kutis, tindigan, at pangangatawan naman ang nakuha nito sa ina. “Bakit hindi po ako mistisa gaya mo Mama?” Minsan ay tanong ni Tala sa kanya. “Ang ganda kaya ng kulay mo, hindi mapusiyaw at hindi maitim, tamang-tama lang. Tsaka pag binigay ni God sa iyo ang kulay ko, ibibigay niya rin ang ilong ko sa iyo,” birong paliwanag ni Mahalia sa anak, hindi kasi katangusan ang kanyang ilong at masiyado ring makapal ang kanyang mga labi.

Mama nodded in affirmative. "Noooo Grandma, I like only golden morn." Mama’s nose twitched. "Golden morn, ke? Are you a tata? Cause only newly born babies eat golden morn." May laughed. Mama then raised her two hands like she was about to flap it like a chicken. "You need to swallow Eba. It makes you strong. That's what Grandma has been eating." Maryam laughed and Grandma laughed too. A figure entered the room, disrupting their giggles and Mama looked up at her son with disgust.