Mami Ji Novels & Stories

The woman, who was visibly pregnant, said arrogantly, “Do I really need to check in with a janitor just to visit my own mother’s company?” Lilian laughed awkwardly and said, “That’s not what I meant. You’re so far along now. If you’d just let me know, I could’ve had Raymond come keep you company, you know?” The woman did not bother to respond and simply got off the elevator first on her own. The video ended there. The barrage of comments instantly knew what was going on, and the harsh comments grew even more intense. [The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Look at that attitude! Is that how you talk to an elder?!]

My mother states, looking at the man crying out in pain, tied to his chair. "You're a damn bitch. I knew you were a witch under that angelic face you showed the world, but even the name The Queen of the mafia is too big for you. You're nothing." Giulio spits. "I told you to respect my mother!" I raise my fist and hit him where the new bullet wound is, making him writhe worse than a few moments ago.

They brought gifts for the baby, their laughter filling the room as they shared memories and made plans for the future. Jasmine playfully rubbed Maiari's belly. "I can't believe you're going to be a mom soon. We're going to spoil this baby so much!" Marissa chimed in, "Yeah, and you better let us be the cool aunties." Maiari laughed through her tears, feeling a sense of belonging and comfort in their presence. As they talked and laughed, Maiari realized that her journey was not meant to be walked alone. She had a network of people who cared about her and her baby, and that realization filled her with hope and strength.

“Go grab Amelia, Aubrey, and Caleb. They can help us round up the students and make sure everyone’s accounted for.” “Sure, Papi. Meet you at the bottom of the hill?” Fati asks, her smile back in place. I hug her tight. “Sí, mi hijita. Pero recuerda—está bien estar triste. Está bien no estar siempre contenta. No ocultes tus sentimientos. Te amamos. Queremos ayudarte.” (Yes, my little girl. But remember—it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay not to always be happy. Don’t hide your feelings. We love you. We want to help.)

The person says, who is none other than Mario, her ex-husband. Xavier, who has never seen his mother gets upset other than in the office, was suddenly shocked. At first, he wanted to defend the uncle who is offering him the sausages, but he's getting scared. Xavier chose to hug his mother tightly after all. "Mom, let's back home." Xavier whispers in Lucrecia's ear. The whispers instantly muffled Lucrecia's emotion which is about to burst. Lucrecia exhales slowly, trying to hold back her anger. Then turn around to Alan who is cooking the sausages.

AMI woke up early in the morning, preparing for all the needs of Amar and Arya. She didn't ask many questions and spoke this morning, making Arya end up babbling because her mother even daydreams about not replying to some of her words. "Mami, are you okay?" "Oh, yes, what did you say, dear?" I'm sorry, Mami, even dumbfounded," he said, grimacing, seeing his son floating the question. "It's okay, Mom, but it's okay, right?"

Papa sighed while testing the pasta. “Okay. Good. I think she’ll be good for you and Chesed. She obviously won’t take his shit.” I hugged his arm. “You’re okay with this?” He asked. I cocked my head, strands of my dark brown and red falling over my eyes. What an odd question for him to ask. “Are you crazy? Of course, I am. André is too. All we’ve ever wanted for you was to find your mate, Papa.” I smiled. “Did someone mention the most fabulous of the D’Amore family?” André boldly called out with a bright smile on his lips.

“Excuse me, ma.” Rathnait walked back to the sitting room center and picked the call. She walked back to Carissa and explained. “Ma, an emergency came up and I have to go now. You can check around and call me if you need anything. I will stop at a boutique to get your dresses.” “Okay, I will also go home. We will meet later in the evening.” Carissa smiled. “You can't go home. You will stay here till you complete your assignment, ma. That's what the chairman said.” Rathnait declared.

For a five years old they are too smart. "He even removed all mom's pictures in this house." Thea said. "But it's okay, mamu said that we just have to pray that dad will find another woman who will love us as well." She added. She smiled upon hearing that. Mamu is how they call Mrs. Fontanilla. "You are lucky actually. Even though your mom is already in heaven, I'm sure she is watching over you everyday." "Like a guardian angel?" Thea opened her eyes and looked at her with her eyes sparkling.

Then only I noticed that mama is also wearing the same black T-shirt and blue jeans like me. I immediately pinched his hand and asked for chocolate. It may sound silly but I do this to even my appa(dad) and it is veryyy funny. He groaned in my sudden attack and rubbed his arm but surprisingly he agreed to get me big chocolate instead of fighting back. Maybe he is in a good mood today. But why? I got the answer over Vidhu's phone. I mean my athai called Vidhu. (Athai means aunt - Janaki's aunt who is also Vidhu's mother) She attended the call and turned on the loudspeaker.