Mama I'm A Criminal Meme Novels & Stories

he instructed. Mama Sarah hastily entered the house, she exhaled in relief when she saw Mora, she was standing in one piece. “Are you alright, Mora?” Mama Sarah inquired tentatively. Mora nodded, “I am alright, mom” Mama Sarah glared at Jim Kim coldly “what is the meaning of this young man, I thought you are a celebrity, that society has to look up to, is this how an idol should behave? My daughter grew up idolizing a criminal” Mama Sarah scolded him angrily.

I clenched my fist into a ball and smashed it on my phone screen, it broke into tiny little pieces and left cuts on my skin. Pain was engulfing through my veins, yet it was nothing compared to what Bella was forced to go through. “The mafia Don.” I spat on the phone, I just threw it on the floor. The title I embraced my whole life, now it was sounding nothing but a curse. It sounded so useless and meaningless. ‘All of this was happening because of me.’ I smashed another punch into the wall.

what? "She's not just crazy, she's a criminal. My dad is a cop and he told me she was arrested quite a lot in the past along with her gang members for robbery, assault, sexual harassment, and the usage and selling of drugs. She was a member of Black Weed until they were all arrested. My dad said she managed to escape because of her father's connection. Her father works as a male stripper and sex worker," I dropped my pencils and looked at Starliss to ask her if she was listening to the crap. She's the most attentive of her friends. As expected, she heard it too.

“Keep your voice down.” “Oh my god… I’m so dead,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me, rising higher than intended. “All my twenty-four years of living, I’ve never—ever—done anything illegal.” Well, except for the occasional illegal street racing, but that was a hobby, a thrill, nothing like this… nothing compared to the mafia. “And now I’m living with a criminal?!” I almost shouted, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “Mama… what were you thinking?”

“Catherine was doing something illegal, counterfeit… something… apparently she baked the money.” “What? I mean, she made fake currency? That's the news Destiny saw?” "Yes, Zoe, what else could it be? Everyone already knows Gerald used to be in the p**n industry.” She had no idea. “The government has taken everything on hold; that's why they moved here.” Sienna went on, "You know she used to criticize Gerald so much; she didn't even like the kids being here because he was apparently being dirty, only for her to turn out to be doing something worse.”

The news was all about us and the police claim to be investigating and also believe that I am a deadly criminal. My eyes became gloomy and I just walk to the bed and lay down. MIKEL. I turn back and could see she had gone to lay down in the bed. I understand her and I feel her pain. She isn’t a criminal but being tagged as a deadly criminal when she was framed. I walk to her and lay beside her in the bed, I wrapped my hands around her from behind. “Are you crying? I asked. “I am not a criminal but I am being labeled as one” she replies in between her sobs.

her mum reminded. “Adult abuse.” We all burst out laughing again

“Pregnant?” “About seven weeks, give or take,” Mia said gently, squeezing my hand. “That explains the nausea, the fatigue, everything.” Seven weeks. That night Dante had come home early. The night he had taken me so roughly, so possessively on our bed. The night I had let myself drown in him one last time. A shaky laugh escaped my lips as tears spilled down my cheeks. “I’m… I’m going to be a mother.” Mia’s eyes softened with worry and love. “You okay? Talk to me, babe.”

“Mama, can I be a cop too?” She ruffled her hair in response, “Of course, you can when you grow up, sweetheart.” Megan mocked, teasing them, glancing over her shoulder towards the doctor’s parents, “Haha, hear that Billy? Not a doctor. Not an artist! But a cop! I’m such an inspiration!”

“You are such a mama bear.” I blinked. “What is wrong with being a mama bear?” “Everything.” Michelle nodded immediately. “Honestly it’s becoming concerning.” I looked offended now. “I’m their mother.” “Yes,” Caleb agreed. “But the way you defend them after they commit crimes should be medically studied.” “That is called love.” I may spoil my babies but I know the limit, the alone reason they get away with some things is because they are just five, papa said we acted like this when we were their age.