Mama Girang Novels & Stories

She understood that they were confused because they did not understand what she meant by that. After all, they were still too young and could not understand what she meant. " Oh, I think mommy meant that she had met a very big tiger!" " It's a bad thing, mommy must have been so scared!" " My goodness!" She said and smiled as she looked at Kim and Ray. " Defeat it!" " Kill it!”" What if it sees mommy again and want to kill her? Beauty, do something about it!" " Okay!" She replied fearfully and pretended as if they were defeating it with the panda in Kia's hand.

"This can't be healthy," "Nothing is healthy. People die whether they drink a mega pint or not," Ginger said snorting inside the glass, creating bubbles in the wine. "Right," Mom said settling herself down, next to Boraxip who immediately wrapped an arm around her tiny frame. The size difference between my mother and Boraxip was a little disturbing to watch. She looked like a kid sitting next to him. I didn't dwell on it though. "You guys must be wondering why we're here," Mom looked at all of us. "I, uh," she turned to Boraxip briefly who nodded. "Boraxip wanted to share something with you all," I frowned at that, watching the man of the hour.

As her head tilted upward, I could see a small streak of tears below her eyes. “I’m okay, Dad”, she said as she wiped the tears away. “You have a new boyfriend?” her dad asked as he sat down again. “Um, yeah, but it’s not very serious, Dad.” “Didn’t you say that you loved him, though?” I teased. Charissa’s head swung away from her dad and stopped when it landed in my direction. As she glared at me, I could see the rage dancing in her caramel eyes. It brought me immense happiness.

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.

" Unable to muster the energy to engage with him, I continued to wrap bandages around the Soldato's wound without so much as looking up. "Say something!" Ettore grew even angrier when I was ignoring him. "Do you think you're the victim here? Well, I'm telling you—you're not! Sofia is a thousand times better than you. "She's gentle, kind, and seriously ill, so it's only natural Don Rizzi chose her! Even if you're carrying his baby, you still can't compare to Sofia in the slightest. You're not even worthy of tying her shoelaces!" Vincenzo furrowed his brows tightly. "Isabella, what exactly do you want? Why did you follow me here and make a scene like this? Can't you just behave?"

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.

Marie spent another 30 minutes from one app to another, catching up on what she had missed in three weeks. Shortly after, she heard a small knock on her door, and proceeded to open it to find one of the maids behind the door. “The beauty squad will arrive in 10 minutes, so you should get prepared.” Righttt. Marie had almost forgotten that today was Drey Father’s birthday, and the huge hall was scheduled to happen today. ****

Anna answered. “So, what's your position here and why can you can go in with her?” She asked in a mocking tone. Marsha embarked on a minute, silent. She raised her eyebrows elegantly. “I am Lexx Anna, the national fairy, the finance of the boss that ordered you not to ever allow Carissa into this company.” Anna chuckled slightly. She opened her mouth to talk, but she ceased and changed the topic. “You can go in, ma.” “Better.” Marsha said.

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.