Mama Gitu Deh Novels & Stories

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.

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

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.

replied Lisa. Mbak Hamidah got even more annoyed and stood up to face Lisa. Pretentious style waist. "Arek njaluk utang ya takon wae. Ojo sok gayane sampeyan! Aku ra seneng koyo ngene. Aku ngerti yen aku duwe utang, nanging ojo nganti laser!" (Java Language, means: If you want to collect the debt, just say so. Don't be arrogant. I do not like this. I know that I have debts, but don't be rude!) exclaimed Mbak Hamidah. Spontaneously, Mbak Sarmi stopped stirring food, Mpok Yetti and Teh Kokom suddenly tensed up.

I smiled and said softly, "Mom, this is our cat, Candy. We named her that because we want her life to be as sweet as candy." Candy peeked around curiously in his arms, looking impossibly cute. Not far away, a butterfly landed gently on Mom's headstone. After a moment, it spread its wings and flew into the bright blue sky.

"Go back? To watch you and Sophia being all lovey-dovey in front of me every day?" His face went rigid, and then he got angry. "Elena, we're supposed to be mates! Stop being ridiculous. What's the point of you running off to the north and us being long-distance?" His shameless behavior made me laugh bitterly. "Adrian, Sophia is your mate! Her name is on the mate certificate and she's the one you actually care about. Can't you just leave me alone?" His face turned dark as he said through gritted teeth, "The mate certificate was filled out wrong. We can change it back. I know I screwed up before, but I won't do it again."

Hank-I’ll let you off the phone, but I will never let you go. Juliet can’t help the smile that takes over. He is cheesy but he is good. “Hey Mom,” Juliet says pulling her hair back and removing the nose. “Hey Baby,” Anita Collins is looking weaker than normal. “Mom are you okay?” Juliet asks. “Yes I am just very tired. Your father has been in a mood and they started the new treatment so he is in pain on top of his bad mood. It has me run down a little. But I’ll be okay.”

he said “Oh really? Just leave me all alone on this big bed?” “Nah, I’d fuck your brains out, then leave you.” “Mama was right, you’re definitely so evil” the words had left her mouth before she realized she said “mama” Luca raised a curious brow at her and before she tried to weasel her way out of it “Mama?? Speak now and you better fucking not be lying."

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

I hated that he was hurting and worse his mate rejected him over shit he couldn't control. Don't give up, baby ,mama will always be here.