Mama Gitu Deh Novels & Stories

"Sobra ang galit ni mama sa iyo, kahit si ate... hindi nga kami ayos ni mama, eh, umalis akong bahay ng hindi niya alam. Sa kagustuhan kong makausap ka po. Isang linggo na rin." Kita ko ang pagkabigla niya, at parang nataranta pa siya. "Why do you have to do it? Hindi naman kailangan, anak... Ayos lang ako, maraming oras para mag-usap tayo." Umiling iling ako. "Hindi po, papa... sabi nga ni mama, mana ako sa iyo. Kasi masyadong malambot 'yong puso ko, tama naman 'yon, ‘di ba?"

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

aya nito sakin Habang nag babayad siya napatingin ako sa cellphone ko ng tumunog ito message si mama agad kong binasa ito dahil sa akala kong ikangingiti ko ito pero hindi. Mama -sweetheart hindi makakauwi ngayon si mama dahil may importante itong pupuntahan please take of yourself- Agad kong binulsa ang yon at napatingin kay febby na tapos ng mag bayad. "Pwede bang sa bahay niyo muna ako matulog ngayon." tanong ko taka siyang tumingin sakin pero sa huli ay ngumiti rin ito. "Pwedeng pwede sister" tumatawang sabi nito at pinigilan kong maluha hinawakan nito ang kamay at sabay lumabas ng books store.

This was the legendary Alpha King, the most esteemed pureblood werewolf, controlling the wealth and resources of countless Lycan packs across North America, and James's uncle. 'You know me?' he asked, cupping my face. 'Of course,' I replied, my heart racing. 'Every werewolf knows your name.' He smiled. 'It's an honor to be remembered by such a beautiful lady.' I stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes, my heart fluttering. I felt an irresistible pull towards him. My body responded to his touch, and I embarrassingly found myself wanting more. As the alcohol took hold, I lost control, pulling him closer. His strong arms enveloped me, and his eyes burned with intensity. His lips crashed onto mine

“Mama told me.” That was true. That night, Mama told me a story instead of training. She sat on the edge of my bed, her voice soft, her hair loose around her shoulders. “Once there was a river,” she said. “It wanted to be everywhere at once, It pushed and broke its banks and flooded the land.” “What happened?” I asked. “The land didn’t fight it,” she said. “It shaped paths. Let the water move without destroying everything.” “So the river stopped?” I asked.

“You look so gorgeous tonight in that dress. It takes your natural beauty up a notch.” “Thank you, Amelie,” I stated. “You are positively glowing and as fashionable as ever.” “I was just telling her that, Bella,” Mama said. “I looked like a water buffalo when I was pregnant.” “Nonsense,” Papa scoffed, wrapping his arms around Mama’s waist. “You were stunning.” “Sei pieno di merda! (You are full of shit),” Mama replied. I laughed so hard that I snorted. “I know what that means,” Ame giggled.

I barked at whoever the bastard was. “Son.” Fuck! “Mother? Give me a second.” I fixed my clothes and put on my belt. The maid got off the bed, picked up her panties, and adjusted her dress. She turned and opened the door. Mother was standing right in front of her. She bowed and snuck off. Mother came inside, glancing at the ruffled sheet and at me. Then she took a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m not gonna judge. I mean, you're an Alpha. You're entitled to some b-side pleasure. “

sita sa akin ni mom Mabuti nalang walang masyadong gamit ang nasa loob ng bag ko kaya hindi gaanon mabigat "Nakakaawa naman ma kasi gisingin, tignan mo tulog na tulog" sagot ko naman "Ah sige ikaw bahala. Tara na" sabi ni mom at nauna sa paglalakad para buksan ang pinto Pababa na kami nung may humarang bigla sa daanan namin

“Goodbye motherfucker.” Bang!

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.