Mha Momo Novels & Stories

Absorbing all the details of my current surrounding. The fact that this party had been held just for me sinking in deeper. I had totally forgotten that today was my birthday. I had been so overwhelmed with the grief of loosing my mother, that I had forgotten what true happiness felt like. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mira move closer to me. Before crouching down to my level, in front of me. She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the sound of clicking heels. Which I hate to say, was drawing nearer.

Mom asks, putting on her usual high pitched stranger voice, “Hiii, I’m Aka’s mother, Hato Nishinzu.” Mom extends her hand, and much to my surprise, Mia takes it and shakes it passionately. “I’m Mia Utsugo, it’s nice to meet you.” She responds, using the same tone she uses while talking to me. Dad introduces himself as well, and they both start making small talk with her, while I look at our destination.

Sabi ni Kuya kay Mom. Mom is 8 months pregnant as of this Moment. Malaki na masyado ang tiyan nito at alam namin lahat na bawal ma-stress ang buntis pero wala kaming magagawa. Daniel become so aggressive and violent this past days and months, nasasaktan din niya ako physical minsan pati si Mom.

"Jasmine is a smart girl who once won a national math quiz competition." As she fiddled with the jewellery box she had just taken from the little red bag, Sarah remained silent and listened. "I'm sure Mr. Julian will not carelessly send his two children to school," said Jenar confidently. "You could say he's one of the richest people in Jakarta. So to enter into that family…." Jenar stopped talking. She smiled wryly and stifled a laugh to herself again. "So?" It was Sarah who reminded her to speak again. Jenar returned to her carrying a plate of rice and a glass of water.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Okay honey, I’ll make everything for you, and what’s with you calling me mama, momma, mommy and all, why don’t you stick to one , I like mommy,” Mahira said “Mmmmm, nope, I like Mama, Moma, Mimi and I also like Mommy, ha ha ha, you’re my mommy, I can call you with any name, you’re mine, only mine okay moma,” Mahira sighed as her last line reminded her of someone, ‘like father, like daughter,’ she went and prepared the stuff for Tama While Tama was being fed food, Mahira also judiciously broke the news of Wakanovak and family. She skipped some bits of information as she didn’t want Tama to get confused, but she was a brilliant kid and accepted all information with much zest, vigour and happin

(Beverley’s POV) Mom knocked on my door that evening, a soft, hesitant rap that made my heart jump into my throat. I was lying on my bed, scrolling through old texts from Marcus, my body still faintly aching from our stolen moment earlier that afternoon when Mom had been at the store. The messages were filthy, promising more, and they left me restless. When I heard her voice through the wood, “Beverley? Can we talk?” I quickly locked my phone and shoved it under my pillow, my pulse racing for an entirely different reason now.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

he smiled and nodded his head rishi : thank you mom mom : how sweet you are me : maa what about me mom : now my son is sweet not you me : dadda where are you dad : here princess me : mom is saying iam not sweet anymore she said rishi is her son dad : let it be princess you are always my princess I pulled my tongue out and teased mom she said "you wait let me teach you a lesson" I ran out and started running here and there I went near aunt ishi and hided behind her mom also came near me

I asked eagerly, my stomach already growling in anticipation. He chuckled softly, a sound that never failed to make my heart flutter. "I got your favorites," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he began unpacking containers filled with delicious treats. I couldn't contain my delight as the array of dishes revealed themselves—steaming biryani, fragrant chicken curry, crispy samosas, and even a bowl of sweet mango lassi. My cravings, heightened by pregnancy, were laid bare before me, a feast fit for a queen.