Mommy Mearest Novels & Stories

she asked, her curiosity seemingly endless. "No. New York." Her eyes widened. "America? Mama said we might go there someday." Mama. Estella. She was calling my wife "Mama." "Your mama," I said carefully. "What's she like?" Arielle beamed. "She's the prettiest. And the smartest. She's a CEO, which means she's the boss of everybody." Her face suddenly fell. "But she's sad today. She didn't want to come to the park."

Afterward, I remove the sheet covering my legs and get up completely. "MIMO!" I hear her yell again. "WAKE UP!" "I'm already awake!" I yell back at her while walking going to the bathroom. My name is Maria Isabela Monedero, known as Mimo, my nickname given by my late mother. My story life is like cinderella because her mother died and she got a stepmother and two lovely fucking stepsisters. Like me but the opposite, I have a sweet stepmother who has taken care of me since I was five years old. I'm lucky to have her, and I treat her as my real Mom. I also have two adopted older twin brothers named Jean and Jason. They are two years older than me, and despite being twins, they are super hot.

I tried to ignore it, didn’t work. *Hmm,* Coral stirred. “Mom? You in the kitchen,” I shouted, knowing she likely was in there. “Meadow? How’d you get home,” she said, as she walked down the hall. She saw Ben and her eyes lit up, she stroked her hair and fluffed it. What the hell? My MOM was checking out my MATE?! Oh fuck that’s gross. Oh no, no no no. “Mrs. Black! Good morning,” Ben said, handing her the flowers.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

Mom requested. ****

“First, you are not allowed to address me as Sir; instead, call me Uncle, and then I will be Dad, which I am eager to hear.” Moon was immediately embarrassed by Darren's declaration of how he preferred to be addressed, and she started looking for something to hide behind. “And more people need to arrive, including Jessica and Mr. Liam Grey, so the cake cutting won't happen for a while. In the meantime, take her to the garden where there won't be any people around,” then Darren made a suggestion to his unromantic son, who was looking for ways out.

Mister Mollina and Dona Florence were more than pleasant company, there wasn't even a second that was missing a subject, it was really a wonderful environment to spend time. When I got scared the time had run out, I heard Harry's car horn outside. "Grandma, I'll be on my way. Bye Mr. Mollina." I gave each one a big smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Take care my flower." She said giving me a hug. "See you soon darling." Said Mister Mollina.

The sun shone warmly and the people passing by wore genuine smiles. The painful memories and the cutting words began to fade from my mind, like distant shadows growing dimmer by the day. I let go of all my burdens and allowed myself to enjoy a rare moment of peace and comfort. Because of my health, I hired a local woman to help around the house—a kind woman in her fifties called Miriam. She was about the same age as my mom but entirely different in terms of personality. She was plain-spoken and prone to rambling, but her warmth shone through in everything she did.

"Mom, I'm in so much pain." However, my mother indifferently pried my fingers apart as if I were not her biological daughter but her enemy. "Yvette Ford, your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" I helplessly looked at my mother's back as she turned around and left. I wanted to call out to her, but a large amount of blood poured out of my mouth. The nurse beside me anxiously called the emergency doctor. I looked at her anxious expression and my eyes gradually became blurred.