Novel & Cerita Mamma Mia Fanfiction

Vasperia kept thinking deeply that she collided and twisted her ankle which made her fall heavily on the maids and the little gift Mia had prepared came shattering to the ground. Mia screamed in disgust and fury, her eyes blazed and her claws were out when she realized that no one else did this aside from the mysterious Lady that had suddenly become her Lover's Luna. “You sly bitch!” She yelled in disgust and sank her claws into Vasperia neck.

The shock in his eyes quickly hardened into anger, his predatory gaze sliding across my lips and down my neck. "You filthy little puppet. You need to learn what respect means. Don't forget who broke that body of yours in." Mia Moretti immediately wrapped herself around his arm, pressing her entire body against him. "Baby, don't be angry. Lucia definitely didn't mean it. She's just upset. She's jealous I'm carrying your child, so she dragged the Godfather into it." Her voice was sweet and syrupy, but every word carried a sharp, poisonous barb. Marco chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Mia's tact. He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her a

"I am so incredibly sorry. She isn’t... she’s never this..." "Isn't she?" I interrupted, my voice a low, dangerous purr. I finally reached down, picked up the shard of glass with two fingers, and placed it on the white linen tablecloth. It left a tiny, jagged mark. "She seems quite practiced in the art of the tantrum, Antonio. And her aim is surprisingly lethal." "I hate her! I hate her!" Mia shrieked from the floor, her face buried in the rug. She kicked her legs, her expensive leather slippers flying off. "Send the purple-eyed monster away! I want Mama Clara! I want my REAL mama!"

Our three day cruise ended. Mia stood beside the car that Maeto had ordered to come pick her. I watched her as she dragged herself up trying to get to his level. Maeto's eyes were fixed on hers and somehow I could swear that I saw something between them. She had this fire burning in her eyes ,she wanted him so much it was so fucking obvious. Of all the things I thought of, never did I think that my own best friend would even try to fall for the best friend of my fake husband.

“Spill. How was the trip? How terrible was Bianca? Did Reid finally throw her in the lake?” “Sadly, no,” I sighed, already smiling. “But it was close a few times.” Mia’s eyes sparkled. “I knew I liked him.” The waiter set two tall glasses of mimosas on the table, and I dove into the full story. The passive-aggressive comments. The dinner table disasters. The room situation. Mia listened with rapt attention, gasping and cursing in all the right places. “I swear,” she said when I got to Bianca’s latest round of digs, “that woman has some kind of villain origin story. No one is born that terrible.”

He said. “No!” Mia began to struggle under him. He pinned her down with his leg pressed against her hips. “Maybe if you're good enough, I'll let you keep that baby and raise the bastard as my own.” William lowered himself to kiss her neck. Mia turned her head away disgusted. She squirmed under him, trying to free herself but he was stronger than her. She shifted and he did too, quickly using his wolf strength to beat hers. When she saw that she couldn't win, she shifted back. “Let me go.”

) I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the headache pulsing behind them. "I called you like hundred times. You didn't even bother to receive them and talk to me." Mia, my so-called girlfriend, whines as she flings herself onto me like some desperate, clingy parasite. Mia Oliver—daughter of the New York mafia boss, James Oliver—is nothing more than a necessary evil, a grating nuisance tied to a business deal I’m forced to stomach and my soon to be fiancèe. Just the sight of her makes me want to rip my hair out, but I have to tolerate her, biting, chewing, swallowing and digesting my own flesh until the deal ends.

The dining room was silent for a second, then filled with gasps. “Prostitute!” I heard someone gasp. “I thought she was just a commoner’s daughter… but who knew? A slave and a prostitute…” “What is Alpha Draven thinking…” I stared at Camille in shock. I told her my secret, but why… “What’s wrong, Mia? Why are you glaring at me?” Camille asked, flashing those big, innocent eyes of hers. “Don’t you like me? Or do you not want to be friends with the future Luna? Because you want to keep Alpha Draven all to yourself?”

It was clear he didn't want to reveal our dirty laundry to the Alpha he was trying so hard to impress, so Mia decided to clarify her status. “I was her maid yes, but i'm carrying Alpha Xavier’s child and heir now,” Mia said witj smugness. “That’s why I’m the Luna now.” Adrian’s expression shifted, his gaze snapping back to Xavier. His eyes which were merely curious before now held a look of shock and disgust. “Let me get this straight Alpha, You mean you cheated on your mate with her maid?” he asked, his tone dripping with disbelief. “And then turned your mate into a maid?”

No signs of her mother yet—she was likely still locking up Chapters & Coffee, probably chatting with a customer who refused to leave without one last story. The silence was oddly comforting. Mia dropped her bag on the kitchen counter, rolled up her sleeves, and pulled out ingredients from the fridge. Something simple. Spaghetti, maybe. A light sauce. Her hands moved automatically—boiling, chopping, stirring—but her mind wasn’t in the kitchen. It was caught between two men. Marco. And Dave. She stirred the sauce harder than she needed to, her brows pulling together. Dave was obsessed. Clingy. Off-putting. But he wasn’t lying.