Mama Sama Novels & Stories

**** **SONG SEQUENCE STARTS** **** [I ain't gon' be cooking all day, I ain't your mama I ain't gon' do your laundry, I ain't your mama I ain't your mama, boy, I ain't your mama When you're gon' get your act together? I ain't your mama No, I ain't your mama No, I ain't your mama, no] **** **SONG SEQUENCE ENDS** **** "Who's going to be next? Any guesses?" Every girl was taking each other's names and suddenly Namit yelled, "My Sama." Hredhaan had to put his hand on his mouth and hide him. The girls look behind but then shrugged it off.

Zeenah mumbled angrily as she swat her phone with a loud thud on the mirror. "Is this really my princess?" She had no idea someone had stepped into the room. And that was Maama's voice, turning swiftly, Zeenah locked her eyes with her mother's, and a sudden unknown fervour chalked her up. Maama stood by the door, dressed in a milk coloured lace that had blue stripes. She looked beautiful, so beautiful. She didn't look this beautiful when she was marrying Abubakar, Zeenah thought.

Okay honey, I’ll make everything for you, and what’s with you calling me mama, momma, mommy and all, why don’t you stick to one , I like mommy,” Mahira said “Mmmmm, nope, I like Mama, Moma, Mimi and I also like Mommy, ha ha ha, you’re my mommy, I can call you with any name, you’re mine, only mine okay moma,” Mahira sighed as her last line reminded her of someone, ‘like father, like daughter,’ she went and prepared the stuff for Tama While Tama was being fed food, Mahira also judiciously broke the news of Wakanovak and family. She skipped some bits of information as she didn’t want Tama to get confused, but she was a brilliant kid and accepted all information with much zest, vigour and happin

Ananay..?” I shuttered “WHAT DID YOU DO SAMRAT, WHAT DID YOU DO?” my mother cried out loud in pain holding Erica’s brutally injured body in her embrace “Wh.. Why are you calling her Aa.. Ananya Maa?” I questioned my mother with unknown emotions “BECAUSE SHE IS ANANYA SAMRAT, SHE IS YOUR ANANYA, SHE IS YOUR ANNU SAMRAT, SHE IS ALIVE” my mother Shouted on me with tears flowing down her eyes and that moment I felt like i was entirely paralysed , my anger had vanished in thin air and was not replaced with numbness “An.. Annu?” I said in low tone still doubting what I just heard “Ho.. how can this be possible, how can she be Annu?” I questioned myself when I realised my mother who was trying to

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

My mother started. “We wanted to see you because we have missed you and this was the only way you would have agreed to come. I'm not sure that's trickery,” he said in a hoarse voice after a dry chuckle. “I made Samosa, just how you like it,” he added with a smile that caused his wrinkles to appear. “Is this a fucking joke?!” I raised my voice so high, I was pretty sure the neighbors heard. My father ran quickly towards me. “Please Bella, the company is shattered. We have nothing to eat,” he said tearfully. “We are suffering, Bella. I am sorry for everything I did to you but you must realize that I am still your father.”

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.

"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."