Mama Sama Novels & Stories

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.

I had always listened to Mom. So I raised my hand and shoved Ariana hard. Then I looked at George. "This is what 'making a big deal' looks like. My mom taught me that." Sitting on the ground, Ariana was completely stunned. George was just as shocked. A flicker of anger showed on his young face. "Tamsin, you…" I then shoved him too. "This is what crossing the line looks like." Ever since I'd known him, I had always gone along with whatever he wanted. I had never pushed back.

Sia replied and her mom smiled, grinning from ear to ear like she had just won a lottery. “What’s her name?” she asked. “Samantha, we call her Sam for short,” Sia replied, smiling lightly. “She’s really supportive. She smiles in this kind of way that would make you smile and gives you a lot of compliments. She also tends to notice the most irrelevant things” Sia continued talking, pausing and then laughing. “She’s like you in this way, she makes me laugh a lot” Sia added and her mom laughed. “She somehow understands me without having to explain myself to her. She’s just very supportive and pretty. She’s bold and doesn't shy away from being in the spotlight. She reminded me of my lunch break

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

Amara turns and faces Leila, putting a soft kiss on her forehead. When Mama is feeling happy, she is happy, when mama is feeling sad, she is sad and she doesn’t want mama to be sad. The aura around her grows even stronger as Leila squeezes her tighter.

Astra My name is Astra and I am what is now referred to as a ‘Super Omega’. I was born with the name Andres and my little brother, Ezra, was born two years after me. We were happy and healthy Omegas born of an odd pairing. Our parents are also both Omegas! I am told when I was young I always preferred playing with toys typical for a girl and would often force Ezra to play dress up with me in princess gowns. Our mother was always supportive but worried.

Maa said to me. "Samar...wake up. Come bachche(child)....Uth jah aur nahale….phir aaja. (Get up and take a bath...then come)." Maa said, kissing Samar's forehead. Samar got up and hugged Maa and left to his room. "Beta go fast." Maa said, patting my back and she left. I took shower and wore the kurta which Mom selected for me. I came downstairs to see everyone was sitting in the living room.

How can an uncle don't care about them? By reaching near the door, they heard sound from inside. He leaned on the wall without giving his view to them. "Samaira ate this," Manorama pleaded. Samaira shook her head still in pain, she was crying. "Why? " She sobbed. "If you don't eat, it will affect your baby" Mami reasoned. "Baby? How can my baby eat when it's baby in jail? " She asked with flowing tears. "Samaira" Mami sighed.