Mama Jalter Novels & Stories

ZHARN MEYERS: FIVE MONTHS AGO… "Guys, are you ready?!" My mother yelled from downstairs. "Zharn, you're the Beta. What are you still doing up there?" I appeared from behind her. "I've been outside for a while now, thanks for thinking the best of me," I said, my tone caustic. My mother flinched, holding her heart. "Zharn Jake Meyers, don't do that again."

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.

Turns out she was listening to their conversation. “Mama,” Jelca called her. Marcela took a step towards where Jelca was standing. Marcela looked at Jelca seriously. “You are destined to be the mate of the most powerful wolf in our pack, Jelca. You are His Majesty's Mate,” said her mother directly. “P-Pardon?” she said in shock.

"Jennifer ALSO DOESN'T WANT TO BE A COMFORT WOMAN! BUT MOTHER DAD WHO HAVE SELL ME TO MAMI ELSA!"

The honey jar slipped, shattering on the floor. *“Coño! (Damn!)” I kicked the shards. “Damn fuckin’—” “Basta. (Enough.)” Mamá stepped between me and Dru, her palo santo beads clacking. “Tú crees que el coraje cura esto? (You think rage fixes this?) She needs peace, not your fire.” I crowded into her space, our noses inches apart. “And what’s she got now, huh? Paz? (Peace?)”

It was one of her many witchy things. "In here, darling!" Jada heard her mom's muffled voice like it was coming from the pantry inside the kitchen and made her way there. "Mom," Jada breathed at the sight of her mother. She missed her dearly. Martha was packing away goods she had bought from the supermarket she had just returned from. "Oh sweetheart, you're here," Martha exclaims, stopping midway from packing a cereal box away, not believing her eyes. "Tell me I am not imaging this?" "No, Mom, you are not. I am here." Jada reassured her as she took in her mother's appearance. Will this woman ever age? She mused. Her mom looks the same as she did when Jada was an infant. Witch glamour works w

"Mama, Mama…" Instantly, Debra blushed. Jewel clapped and laughed as she said, "Sister Debra, it is calling you Mama." Meanwhile, the little Rocky turned its head and shouted at Jewel, "Mama…" "You—" Jewel had a weird expression on her face as she pursed her lips and said, "Why do you call me Mama too?" Darryl laughed. The little fellow would call all beautiful ladies as its mother. However, there was bitterness in his laughter.

For a split second, the whole world smells like caramel and vanilla and fresh espresso, and I am the girl in the spotlight. All around me, people I love—people I built this dream with—are clapping and hugging and beaming. Marta, who’s been with me since the beginning, dabs at her eyes like the proud kitchen mama she is. Jamal is already live on I*******m, shouting, “Tell ‘em you knew us before we were bougie!” It’s pure joy. Raw, ridiculous, unforgettable joy. “My mother is going to scream when I tell her,” I murmur, wide-eyed.

Juliette smirked, backing away with that same infuriating grace. "No, you were not. Your words were implying my mother abused a maid!" Katherine fired back. I'd never been so happy to see or hear my daughter's voice. Hearing her defend me like that—it made me feel warm inside, but guilty too. Guilty for all the lies I'd fed her, all the secrets I'd buried. "The maid in question was an omega. She was sick, and my mother did her best to get the best doctor to treat her. Don't you dare accuse her again."

"But that's not why I'm shaking." Her mother moved closer, that familiar look of gentle worry settling over her features. "Then what is it, baby? You're scaring me." Daggy opened her mouth to speak but the words stuck in her throat. Britty was watching her from the corner with those big brown eyes that looked so much like Dynan's it made Daggy's chest hurt, and she knew she couldn't keep running from this anymore. "The person who stopped those men," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was…. Mama, It was the Alpha."