Mamma Mia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Accepting the towel, Mia calmly dabbed the water from her face as she approached Luna. Instinctively, Luna took a few steps back. Seeing Mia in her nightgown, Luna couldn't shake the memory of Timothy and Mia's date at the restaurant, her face contorting with jealousy. The mere thought of Timothy and Mia being together in bed drove Luna to madness. Nonetheless, wasn't Mia supposed to be dead? So why was there another bitch who looked exactly like her? Stepping in front of Luna, Mia slowly twirled the towel in her hand. "I consider myself a reasonable person," she began. "Since you've soaked me from head to toe, why don't we both enjoy a little water fun together?"

The other omegas were preparing Luna Mia's bath," explained an Omega. Mia rolled her eyes as if she didn't care about excuses and didn't want to hear it. She went straight into the living room and settled down on the sofa. "Then bring me a drink. I'm thirsty! And don't forget to fill the bathtub with milk and stuff. I need it as soon as possible," Mia ordered. The Omegas followed Mia's orders immediately. They talked about it in the back. "Ah, I don't like the current Mia. Look at her. If she ever becomes an Omega again, I will take revenge," said an Omega.

My hold on her tightens and when I pull her impossibly closer to myself, I feel a harsh pain from my wounds but hold it in. This is an alert that it is time for medication. "I didn't see anything, continue," Dante says, Causing Mia to pull away with a soft chuckle. "Time to eat, baby. You can proceed with your blackmail when we go back to your room" "Are you suggesting something, naughty girl?" I pinch her waist and she smirks staring at my lips. "I wonder who made me naughty" She brings the spoon to my lips and I open up. "I didn't mean what I said, baby. I shouldn't have said that" Mia's hand pauses midway, and her smile instantly disappears. She glances into my eyes for a moment then sigh

I say and groan when she starts stroking my cock. She bites her bottom lip and teases me with the tip of her tongue. “Do you like it when your Luna submits to you, Alpha?” she says in a voice laced thick with need. “Fuck, yes,” I moan and throw my head back when she slowly licks me from the base to the tip. I never would have thought Mia could be so fucking dirty, and yet here she is looking up at me like she’s made to please me. “Will you show me how much you like it?”

Mia shuddered—because she was. Because even while she growled insults, her hips pressed back to meet every punishing roll of Lavielle’s. Because even as her mouth stayed sharp, her slick only grew. Because being pinned like this, folded under that lithe, muscular weight, feeling those smaller, perfect breasts brush her skin while Lavielle pounded her like ownership was scent-deep— She wanted it. Gods, she loved it. “You think one Omega’s enough for you?” Mia spat suddenly, breath shivering between words. “Or am I just the best on your fuck list for now?”

She was going to come at me but then mother walked out at the same time. “What is happening here?” She asked, looking at the two of us. “Mom, tell Mia to leave my man for me. Tell her to leave Alpha Rhys for me.” I sobbed and went to meet Mom but she went to Mia instead “Alpha Rhys and Mia are mates destined by the moon goddess, and you are just a woman from his past. Stay away from them!” Mom uttered with an eye roll. I was strange because my mother had never spoken to me in this manner.

Knowing she cared about her figure and disliked meat, he patiently picked out every tiny piece of beef. His handsome profile bathed in sunlight, so tender, so attentive, but none of that had ever belonged to Mia. Another provocative text came from Maya. “Tim says you’re wicked. He won’t let you cook for me anymore. He’ll make whatever I want himself.” Mia stared at the gloating words on the screen. At first, they seemed almost funny. But as she laughed, tears streamed down her face. Right. She was the villain, the one who had wrecked Timothy and Maya’s perfect love.

Mia's POV "There is nothing wrong with what you are doing," Lila said, pacing back and forth across the small room like she was the one with a decision to make. "You just have to sleep with someone you do not know to save your mother. One night, Mia. That is all." She added. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching her pace, and said nothing because honestly, what was there to say? She made it sound so simple, like picking up an extra shift at the restaurant or selling an old textbook.

“That depends.” “Depends on what?” “If I can see you again?” It's like my body and mind have their own thoughts. My body is drawn to him and screaming for more of his touch. My mind is screaming at me to get a grip, what can you offer him, someone, so broken that her family cannot even love her, how will he possibly love someone like you. Snapping out of my thoughts. I know I'm not going to win this battle. “My name is Mia, fine whatever you want. Please let go of me. I already wasted enough time.”

I ask her and she immediately accomplishes the chore without resistance or backlash adding the pecorino cheese while I gradually add the starchy pasta water to loosen the condiment. "Pasta Amatriciana." Giorgia makes her presence known in the kitchen. "I cannot remember the last time I had this for dinner." She peaks over Mia's shoulder. "Why don't I get the table ready and dish up while the two of you go sit down." "No." Mia shakes her head. "I will help you and Ben can join daddy in the dining room for a whiskey." She orders and we comply, although I already regretted the gas I was about to throw down my throat. "Damian," Mia speaks my surname pausing me in my tracts and I turn on my heels