Mamma Mia Stories Novels & Stories

I replied, sitting down next to him. Just then, Mia came running into the kitchen, followed by Grandpa. "Mum! Grandpa told me the best story ever!" she exclaimed. "Really? What was it about?" I asked, curious. "It was about a brave wolf who saved his pack from a dangerous enemy," Mia said, her eyes wide with excitement. "Grandpa sure knows how to tell a good story," I said, smiling at my father. He winked at me. "I've had a lot of practice."

"She says he's too cold, and they might end up like you and Dad." Mia's face went blank. She gazed at me, blinking at short intervals. "My story? So what? Not all men are the same, not every story ends up the same way, but wow, this story sounds interesting. I definitely have a lot to know about. Please tell me everything in detail." "You definitely do, and I'm ready to fill you with every detail I know." Lila cleared her throat. "So…"

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

Camila I lifted the mug of hot coffee to my lips as Contessa pulled the egg casserole from the oven, filling the kitchen with a delicious aroma. Ariadna Gia suckled at Cat’s breast covered by a light blanket as Mama and Mia gathered around the kitchen table. “I’m going to miss having you all around,” Cat said, taking a drink of her herbal tea. Mia looked at her watch. “I’ll feel better once Aléjandro is here.” Mama’s eyes shone as she watched her granddaughter eat. “I’ll be back.” She turned to me. “Both of my girls living together.” She tilted her head. “It makes me both happy and sad.”

Mia, the princess of the Vitiello clan, daughter of the most feared Mafia Don Luca Vitiello is kidnapped. She is kept in a basement in a run-down house in the middle of nowhere. Two days, it's been two days since she was kidnapped from the altar and thrown into this basement. No one came for her since then. Her wedding dress is now dirty, and she is starved and dehydrated. She saw everything happen with shock. She walked onto the Altar and Alesso accepted her hand from her father Luca Vitiello. That's when the firing started, taking everyone by alarm. The once cheerful environment became chaotic and everyone began to run for their lives.

Francesca rubbed her eye as if she was crying and I couldn't help but say to her, "I know, Maama will return with a lot of chocolate and ice cream for you" Marcela's eyes lit up and she grinned in excitement, "Maama, I'll be nice to Zia Margherita and La Mia Sorellina (My little sister)" Francesca glared at her and complained, "I'm... I'm --" She switched to Italian and snapped, "Io non sono piccolo... sono più grande di te (I'm not little... I'm older than you) " "Alright cuties, are you fighting?" I asked relaxing my back on the seat of the moving vehicle.

Isabel said. “It’s just one.” “It’s sleeping too,” Zack said, placing the car on the pillow. Isaac reached for the bedtime story. “One story, then sleep.” “Two stories,” Mia bargained. “One,” Isabel and Isaac said together. Both of them paused and looked at each other. Mia grinned. “See. You sound married.” Isabel’s hand slipped in Mia’s hair for half a second before she kept brushing again. Isaac opened the book like he had not heard a thing.

But Mia’s next words sent us all into a state of double shock. “I don’t know who the father is! I was in Italy and was having fun. Too much fun I guess,” Mia added in an undertone. Things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated. Mama, totally unphased, moved to hug Mia. “Well, whatever you want to do, we will support you,” Mama murmured into her ear. I met Mia’s eyes as Mom hugged her. And I could tell right there that Mia was lying. She knew exactly who the father was. But for some reason, she didn’t want to disclose his identity.

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

‘Morire, morire, morire' [Die, die, die] He muttered scratching his crotch, ‘Voglio la mia mamma' [I want my Mummy] He looked up at Alcina his eyes narrowed and she shuddered, ‘Tu non sei la mia mamma' [You are not my Mummy] She stared him down, ‘You are pathetic’ She sneered and his men watched in shock as the huge bulk of a man collapsed in on himself, ‘Mamma, mamma, dove sei mamma’ [Mummy, Mummy, where are you, Mummy?] So repulsed by what they saw they quickly released her, opening her cuffs and laying down their weapons handing her a jacket, Per favore, ti serviamo ora, dicci cosa desideri che facciamo. Giuriamo la nostra fedeltà e ti diamo la nostra lealtà ‘ [Please, we serve you now,