Mama Girang Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mama G added. She was a tall slim young lady of about 6ft. A medium amount of make-up with thick red lipstick on. Her hair was long, dark and smoothe. She had a long glittering red dress on with side cuts and splits at the sides. This woman was gorgeous but I could also tell she was equally or even more dangerous. With her dark smokey eyes, she watched my every move. "So tell me, why did you come here?" Mama G finally asked. "I thought you knew everything." I said, trying to get on her nerves.

Music was blasting through the house, the sound of shouting and excitement filled the air, strong smells of expensive fragrances and delicious foods mingled pleasantly. "My sexy beast, please make sure they don’t dirty their dresses." Kiara’s voice flitted in through the window. Mama Mari entered the bedroom with a soft, graceful smile on her face. I stood up and she came over to me, gently cupping my face. "You look beautiful… I am so proud to have been gifted a daughter like you." She said. "Thank you, Mama Mari." I said softly, hugging her tightly. She hugged me back, and although I lost one mother and papa Raf, I still had her... She stepped away.

"But we broke his rule. We sneak out." "Like a ninja," Mom smiled before pinching my nose. Our smile suddenly faded my there were motorcycles running fast. I was about to take a bite on my chicken when those motorcycle riders pointed their gun to us. "Mom?" I quickly run and hugged me tight. My chicken leg fall onto the ground. "Mom..." Then, gunshots enveloped the whole place. People notice those motorcycle riders. Quickly, sirens was heards. "Mom— ~~ "MOM!" I abruptly sat on my bed; holding my chest on heavy movements. I gasped more air as much as possible. Sweat on my forehead rush to my neck.

The small living room had accommodated everyone in the family. The old granny sat on her favourite maroon covered chair as she swallowed miraa in her toothless mouth. Tina had just received a call from a media company in the city. Everyone was happy for her, father and mother couldn't hide their joy. Mother jumped all over as if she had won the most recent Olympic.

he asked, with a suspicious look on his face. “ahm, I’m Mag..mag… Margret. Yes, that’s my name.” “I’m Jeffery. Big J for short. I need you to help me remind Mr. Ethan that he hasn’t replied to my mails.” Her racing heart slowly returned to normal after hearing what he had to say. She thought she was busted. “Sure.” She let out a smile. “Thank you, this means a lot to me.” She entered the elevator quickly to avoid further delay, “Alright Big J, I will let him know.” The door closed, and she let out a big relief. She took the meal to the last floor; the rooms there are only for top rich people and for politicians.

Beside it now stood the woman I had noticed before. She was middle-aged, with striking red hair, her lips were lined with heavy lipsticks, her body was adorned with a crop top that barely clung to her chest and short pants that stopped high on her thighs, chains decorated her body, glinting in the light. Everything about her screamed that she had been in the business of selling herself for a long time. “This,” Ragnar gestured a hand towards her, “is Mama B.” And the striking Mama B smirked at us.

He could not help frowning when he saw the three little ones jumping in. "Mama!" "Mama!" "Mama!" It had been a long time since they saw their Mama, so the three little ones were running over excitedly with their short legs. "Mama, you're sick!" "Papa kept it a secret. He didn't tell us. I'm angry!" "Mama, did you hurt your head? Is it painful?" The triplets stood at the edge of the bed, holding the edge with their little hands. Their mouths opened and closed as if they were crying piteously for food. It was so cute that Anne was dumbfounded.

I felt like the universe was finally smiling at me but you know what they say, ‘variety is the spice of life’ and all I got were bitter spices. “Good morning, Ma'am. I came to ask you what you feel like eating today and what fruits you would love, since you haven't been eating your apples.” I had grown to love Mary and accept her creepy smile. She took care of me like I was an egg and I loved it. “Erm…I'd love to have lasagna this morning. Is that healthy?” “We can make it as healthy as possible; just right, for you and your baby.” She had noticed. The little Rivera growing inside of me was starting to show off himself to the world. He didn't want to be hidden anymore and as I looked at my l

I don't know how life would be without these fools. "Quick question honey but did you use protection." Lena asked. She is the mama bear of the squad. "Yes, mama. We used protection." "That's great I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to become an aunt any time soon." "What you hate kids?" Chelsea asked playfully shoving her. Lena slapped her hand off her shoulders and looked back at me giving me that serious scary mama look the one that my mama even never gave me. "Don't get me wrong barbie doll. I love kids and all kids love me.

He pinched the bridge of her nose. "Because you are gurang (grey-headed) Paps. Hihihi." His eyes widened. "What? Where did you get that word?" "To mommy I heard it to her," she giggled. "I maybe old but I'm not gurang. (grey-headed.)" "What is gurang (grey-headed) Paps? It is your name? Go-gu-gurang—" "It's not gurang, (grey-headed,) Goran is my name child."