Mamma Mia Stories Novelas e Histórias

“Sí, she just walked in.” “Good. Put me on speaker—I want you to hear this too.” “Is everything okay, son? You sound off.” “Yes and no. I just need to speak to Mamma.” “I’m here. What’s going on, Luca?” my mother asked. “Is GreenLee and Gio okay?” “Yes, Mamma. Your baby boy is fine. And GreenLee... she had a rough morning thanks to Lina.” “Lina? How did she get to our girl—and why?”

“You see it yourself, Kraven. You thought I was talking nonsense, didn’t you? But her face… her face is saying otherwise. Maybe now, you’re beginning to think I’m making sense.” I wanted to argue, to shout at her to stop twisting things, but the lump in my throat refused to let words out. “So, Mia,” Nonna continued, leaning forward, “say something. Tell us what we need to hear.” Mia’s lips parted. Nothing came out. Her throat worked as though she were trying to swallow back a scream. Her hands clutched the edge of her dress so tightly that her knuckles went white. Her shoulders began to tremble, at the same time, her chest rising and falling too quickly, until the tears finally broke free.

Papino said in a happy tone I was too shy to say anything so I just smiled. "Nice to meet you Ma'am", I could hear them say. "Ameretto needs to rest now, get her a glass of juice and bring it up to her room" Papino said. "My room?", I asked clearly surprised "Yes my princess, Matteo told the servants to prepare a room for my daughter", he said in a cheerful tone. "Who is Matteo", I asked in a confused manner. "He is my right hand man and he has a son too".

Mia did, and after successfully moving to the edge, the woman propped the back rest behind her. “What should I call you?” Mia asked her as she stepped back. “Camilla,” she answered. “I'm Mia. Mia Nova.” “I know. Now eat,” she encouraged her. A thought briefly crossed Mia's mind. What if the food was poisoned? She shook that thought away, and dug in. If indeed it was poisoned, then she hoped it was the kind that killed fast and not make her suffer until she gave up the ghost. The aroma from the food filled her nose as she opened the first plate.

“Antonio didn’t…” “Shh, you don’t need to bring up that bastard’s name,” Mama told me. “I was on birth control. I don’t understand how this happened,” I blurted out. “Well, I know how it happened. I can’t believe it happened.” “Sometimes, God works in mysterious ways,” Mama said, stroking my hair. “How are you so calm about this?” I asked. “Mia Bella,” Mama said, pulling back and smiling at me. “Are you happy having Zander’s baby?”

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

Then Mia talks about old stories with Jeanne, it brings back memories. It's time to leave, when the nurse calls her, she comes to her senses and looks at Jeanne tenderly. - Mom, I'll see you again in a few days. - Mia. As Mia goes to the door, Jeanne suddenly calls her, Mia turns around, she discovers that Jeanne is not looking at her at all. Jeanne stares into space, speaks to herself: - My daughter Mia is pregnant, the baby doesn't have a dad, what will she do later?

"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin

“Impossibile!” she exclaimed, eyes almost popping out of their sockets. “Don’t be like Maria, it’s—“I couldn’t complete my statement before she cut me off. The expression on her face still spoke volumes of the shock. This time with a more serious look in my eyes. She cupped her hands on her mouth. “Tell me it’s a joke Gui, tell me you are lying”, she wiped the invisible sweat off her face and settled her ass slowly on the single sofa opposite mine. I nodded my approval again “How did that even happen Gui, you barely left this home seven years ago and your father let you go to those parties—“, It didn’t happen while I was here Maria, I left remember, I was accused of theft and I didn’t do it”

My bladder couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Miss, where do you think you’re going?” Roman grabbed me by the arm before I could take a step further. “That is not the way we’re heading,” he said. “I need to use the bathroom,” I replied, pulling my arm away. He was about to grab me again when I spoke, “You’ll leave marks on my skin, Roman. Do you want Moretti to think that I’m not your boss’s beloved daughter? If they find out I’m just someone you could easily abuse, they wouldn’t take this marriage seriously.”