Mama Jalter Novels & Stories

Amberlee said excitedly. “His real name is Matthew, but he’s gone by Jill pretty much since we got married.” At the confused look on Malachi' face, Jack gave a small laugh. “It’s like Jack and Jill,” Amberlee said. “My first parents were Amber and Nicholas Johnson. They were killed last year in a rogue attack. I’m an Omega. Nobody wanted me. But last time Daddy and Daddy Jill were here, they came with Aunt Sles. Daddy Jill said that he fell in love with me before he ever saw me.”

“Where are you off to this evening Ma?” Mama replied, her tone trying to sound as cool as possible, “I’m going to the police station.” On cue both Isa and I responded while handing me glasses for our wine, “In that?” Mama was wearing a long, fitted, V-neck, orange and white halter summer dress, a pair of gold heels which she seldom wears; her make-up, hair, nails, and accessories were flawless. Despite Mama’s age, she looked like she was fresh out of jet magazine, the ’40 and Still Got It’ edition, although she's really peaking at 60.

Her voice is weird as well. When Alice heard it, she already had an idea who it was, but her sanity had already plummeted down. "What are you talking about?! I am Vena Johannesburg! You're an impostor!" Mew's mother laughs mockingly, "Yes, in your dreams." Gulf attempted to step back, but Mew caught him. "Mom, remember Gulf? He's the son of Alesa and Mitchell." Mew walked towards The real Vena, making the fake one frowned.

Pooja yelped skipping outside. "Hi Mohini, it is so good to see you again and yes I can get you back to Zedora" * * * JAMAL. "Are you sure you would be fine at the festival" I ask my mother as the maids make finishing touches to her head attire.

Mama said. “A leash, who exactly do you think you are talking to?” Cameron got in Mama’s face. Reina, Teresa, Chino, and I stood behind Mama. Javier stood behind her. “Bitch, would you like to try me?” Mama looked at her. “I will kick your ass and have the rest of them beat your ass too. Is that what you want. If not back up.” Cameron looked at all of us and then turned to see Javier standing behind her, and she nearly jumped out her shoes.

A⁠Y‍ANA: “Ti​red. My mo⁠uth st‍ill hurts. But‌ J⁠j​ajja​ is telling me stories about wh‍en D⁠add‌y was⁠ litt‌le‍ an‌d got into⁠ trou‍ble.” MAMA GRACE: (ap​p⁠earing o​n screen) “He wa⁠s a ter⁠ror. Clim⁠bed everyth⁠i‌ng​, brok​e everything, ‍ worrie⁠d me. Constantly”​ AM⁠ON:⁠ “‌Mama, you're ruining my repu​tation.​” AYANA: (‌giggling—the sound precious and rare) “Tell m‍e more, Jjajja!”

- Melissa. - Mom!?

The foyer was dim, smelling of dust and Meredith’s expensive, cloying lilies. "Who the hell is making all that noise?" a shrill voice barked. It was Maria, the lead maid who had spent three years making sure my chores were never finished and my food was always cold. She hurried into the foyer, wiping her hands on her apron, her face twisted in a sneer.

Ramah plucked another grape. "Solo? You'd rather stick to yourself than have a powerful backup." Jazell arched her brows. "A powerful backup indeed. I recently found out that you are the daughter of greedy King Jarob, the King of Vandamonth. You once used to be addressed as Jazell Makaah, and from what I have heard, the household Makaah are known for being crafty; they are called the Crafty Fox." Ramah said, smiling, as she shoved another grape she had plucked into her mouth.

juliet was trying to be realistic and hopeful. It was too late, they had officially started the competition and the first performers were already on stage but the girls weren't ready to back down yet. They began their search for Lakshmi but for some reason they didn't check the janitor's closet. Mia remembered her father's words and wondered if she could call on him now, would he answer?. She shrugged and felt like there was no harm in trying so she went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror as her father had instructed her to do previously.