Mom Mother Trolls Novels & Stories

I watched closely as my mother peeled the bandage plastered on Monde's neck. "What ointment did you use here?" Mom turned to Marct. Marct fished out said ointment out of his bag and handed it to Mom, who eyed it for a moment. She smelt it for a second. "This will work, right?" "I don't know," Marct said with a shrug. "Marct," "Dr Morris, I am not God," Michael's mom snorted under her breath, downing yet another glass of wine. "Ya'll let this happen?" Marct watched her. "This can't be healthy,"

I warned, snapping the lid shut. Ash stared at me in horror. “Mommy can turn into an ant?” “Yup. And Ant-Mommy gets really mad when her kid talks too much before lunch.” Erick burst out laughing and leaned toward Ash, whispering, “Don’t mess with Mommy. She used to be a mafia lawyer. If she can make a president sweat, she can make those ants sign a petition to move trails.” I handed the container to Erick. “Please distribute. But watch the bollo limpio. That one’s not for sharing.”

“Of course. My mom made it.” I paused. “Your mom made the company?” “Yeah. She’s the boss. She says it’s not good to brag so she doesn’t tell people.” I stared at her. Something turned over in my chest. “What’s your mom’s name?” “Ostara.” I had no response to that. She went on, not noticing the look on my face. “She makes chocolate magic. But she always says it’s just science and practice.” “You know a lot for someone your age.”

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

Audrey smiled at the sight of her biological mother. "Hi, Mom. How are you? Don't you miss your biological daughter? Ah, not. I should already know the answer." Audrey said sarcastically. Meanwhile, Patricia was still looking at her expressionlessly with both hands clenched tightly. Instead of answering Audrey's question, her mother said, "Patricia, is Audrey still alive?" Patricia rolled her eyes, her mother only believed if she saw with her own eyes. "Have you seen it yourself now? I wouldn't lie, Mom."

There was no doubt that there was something weird about her. “Come on!” She gestured with her hands, and it was then Lola saw what she was dealing with. Mrs Grendel, her mother, was standing Beside an Elk. The moment Lola saw that, she immediately stood still, and was Almost lost in thought when she saw it. Lola was in amazement until her mother yelled out again. Lola didn't waste time. She rushed towards where Mrs Grendel stood. Once Lola got there, she climbed on the Elk, and got comfortable before Mrs Grendel got on as well.

Aimea said as a way of introduction. "Hello," Hannah said to Darell with a smile. "Hi," Darell replied to her politely. "Mom, can I see you for a moment?" He asked his mom. His mother obliged and they both move out. "Mom, what're all these for?" Darell asked his mother in an indignant tone. "That's who I want as the Luna of our pack, not that blood-sucking creation," his mother replied to him. "That blood-sucking creation you just referred to is my mate, and I'm not choosing anyone else over her," Darell retorted.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."