Mama Girang Novels & Stories

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.

grandma said and she looked at Ging-ging. "Okay, mama Lele." Ging-ging bowed and passed in front of grandma to pick up the things that mom had brought. "Alright, we will leave you guys here for now," Mama Lele said after Ging-ging took what mom had brought. "Okay, mom. Thank you!" Mama smiled and Mama Lele and Ging-ging went inside. They came to me again and mama immediately touched my stomach and feeling it as she's rubbing it. "Does my granddaughter have already a name?" mom immediately asked.

Ariana raised her hand like she was about to hit herself, but George quickly stopped her. He shot me an angry look. "Tamsin, she already apologized. Can you stop making a big deal out of this?" Mom got even angrier in my head. "That little brat! My girl hasn't said a single word, and this whole thing is just that little actress putting on a show. Sweetheart, don't you let this slide again!" I had always listened to Mom.

Gnapika and her mother sat at their small wooden table, the warm glow of the overhead lamp casting a cozy light over their modest kitchen. The aroma of freshly cooked curry and warm naan filled the room, making Gnapika’s mouth water with anticipation. She eagerly dug into her plate, savoring each bite of her mother's delicious cooking. “This is amazing, Mom,” Gnapika said with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Your food is always the best.”

“ Mama !” I ran to pick her up and gave he a hug . She was so upset that she started crying . It hurt to see my angel this upset and something was wrong when Pia didn’t follow her . MRS Harrison who was their teacher was looking all sorts of sad. She was mixed race with curly gey hair and her hazel eyes were blood shot red while I was soothing my baby girl one of the officers looked at me and pointed at the chair by the teachers desk . Pia didn’t want to let me go

Gogo Ramatu said sitting close to Umma and Tehzeeb "That's my mama. And I will not help Umma and sew" "Daga baya kenan(that's from the end)" Umma said smiling" I won't even give you my own, so don't stress yourself over something that's won't be possible" "Mama did you hear what Umma is saying" Tehzeeb said in a childish way "Don't worry my daughter, we're going to surprise her" "I can't wait for the surprised from the chief tailor" Umma teased "Mama let's go out for strolling" Tehzeeb said grabbing Gogo Ramatu's hand in hers

The rare complement from her is so out of character, it takes a while for my brain to process her words. “Thanks Mia.” I smile, then, “what did you just call me?” “Porky. You know, cos you’re suddenly adding all this weight. I mean if your butt gets any larger, I doubt Ophelia’s will have your size in stock.” “You should really watch it.” Stacy, who had joined the conversation adds. “There’s a lady in my yoga class, she let herself go when her husband left her. Now hubby is dating a model and she looks like a whale. I couldn’t bear it if that became you.”

BIG KAI "Mama," "Who the hell is she?" "Mama, wha....." "Answer the damn question, boy!" she yelled, glaring at me. I felt Shawty gripping my hand. "Answer our mother, Kai." Imani chipped, adding to my fucking anger. I glared at her. She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair proudly. "I am talking to you, boy." Mama retorted, making me look at her. She is still glaring at me.

I hurried downstairs to find her standing over a heap of shattered mirror glass, her face deathly pale. Her appearance was changing right before my eyes. Not only did her skin quickly turn a sallow yellow, but the lines around her mouth deepened, and several spots appeared on her cheeks. In a heartbeat, she looked like she'd aged 15 years. I stifled a laugh. Karma was working overtime. When Mom saw me, her gaze was manic. She lunged at me, gripping my arms and shaking me violently. "Is it you? Are you doing something to me?" I blinked, feigning utter shock. "Mom, what are you talking about? Oh, my God! What happened to your face? All those spots… Are you having an allergic reaction to your s

I exasperated and they both glared at me. "Don't you dare utter a word Harriet. I'm one second away from snapping at you," mom scolded and I frowned at her. "You don't have the right to scold me you're not my dad." I corrected her and she growled in anger. Even in anger, she still looked beautiful. I was extremely jealous at my mom, she had blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. And I was blessed after my dad, brown hair which I cut into bob and brown eyes. She was seen as Manchester's hero for risking her life to save her loved ones when she was younger and I was seen as Manchester's