Mommy Dearest Fnf Novels & Stories

"How do you even think of things like this?" "I watch a lot of crime and thriller movies. This plan always works. They plant snipers everywhere watching and when the villain tried to strike, then they go POW!" She imitates a gun going off. "You see what too much movies does to a person?" He teases and then laughs when she uses her leg to hit his leg. Ford's phone rings out loud. He looks at it puzzled, wondering why his mum will be calling so late at night. "Hello mum?" "Ford..." She sniffles.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

I fumbled through my pocket, my fingers shaking, searching for my phone. Blocked. His number was still blocked. My heart lodged in my throat as panic surged through me, but I dialed the number on the card Kent had given me the day before. The moment he answered, I gasped, “Please help me—RAPE! LA Motel, room 44.” “Wait—what—?” Kent’s voice broke through the haze, as I cut him off. “Help me, please,” I whispered, as the door suddenly burst open., tearing a scream from my throat.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

“My other mommy said she was a witch. I don’t want to go to the bad space and get on fire.” “You have two mommies?” Royal wondered what she was doing because this was information, he’d put on the intake form when he’d filled it out online. “I have Mommy Mindy and Mommy Famke.” Royal’s heart clenched as she addressed Famke as Mommy Famke. Famke would probably cry her heart out at the name. He told himself it was a good thing. A good name. Precious knew and acknowledged she was her mother. “You’re lucky. I only have one Mommy.”

just like I was your father's mate, we were true faded mates just like you are with the quads, but I'm also faded mates with your Uncle Miles it's a blessing from the goddess Jade: wtf mom goddess what?

What the hell ? “Oh my God !!! You are soooooo pretty !!!!” my Mom- the great Alpha Zoe Stone screamed in her sing song voice like a fan girl and if Aunt Nyssa’s hugs spelt death then Mom’s were enough to kill you for ten lifetimes- not exaggerating. I repeat. I am NOT exaggerating.

Ethan muttered. I shot him a look; I didn’t like how he was speaking to her. She seemed kind and it was nice that she went out of her way to make her Alpha tea. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I didn’t notice you there, dear,” she said, her eyes soft as she looked at me. “I’m Deanna, the house mother. Most call me Dee.” “House mother?” I asked, raising my brows. I had never heard of one of those, but it sounded comforting.

He hurried back through the night and held me in his arms, crying. That same night, Ivy shared a post on her social media. “Under the stars with my favorite person.” Her GPS tag placed her in the neighboring city. I bolted into the bathroom, locked the door, and cranked the water faucet. As the sound of rushing water played in the background, I bit down on the towel and let my tears run, my body wracked with tremors. The woman in the mirror had bloodshot eyes and a discolored face. I endured three years of fertility treatments, all to bring a child into this world.