Mommy Novels & Stories

Hello, Mommy; is Nervy available to accompany me here? Mommy Laura responded, "Yes, my dear baby, Nervy is so excited packing her luggage because you chose her to be your companion while studying for your bar exams; she is on her way now; you just stand by, and she will surely be with you at any day from now on." Mommy Laura explains showing warm affection towards her. "Okey, Mommy. Thank you for the assurance. I love you mommy. Sooner you will have a grandchild from me.”

I don't know how life would be without these fools. "Quick question honey but did you use protection." Lena asked. She is the mama bear of the squad. "Yes, mama. We used protection." "That's great I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to become an aunt any time soon." "What you hate kids?" Chelsea asked playfully shoving her. Lena slapped her hand off her shoulders and looked back at me giving me that serious scary mama look the one that my mama even never gave me. "Don't get me wrong barbie doll. I love kids and all kids love me.

I kept my hands on Daddy's chest as I quickly bounced on top of him. His big c0ck is pierced in my center, and I ride him like a cowgirl. He squeezed my breasts and played with my n1pples. Daddy and I returned home earlier and found that Mommy was not there. We don't know where she went. Her things are still here. So we're making the most of it today while she's gone. Then I have school, and he will start his long shift at the hospital tomorrow.

"If you know that, why are you calling her your mummy?" "In school, Miss said a mother was a woman that cared about you and made sure you were fed and clothed, so I said she was my mummy because she brushes my hair, picks my clothes, and passes me food on the table." "Well, little man, you're not wrong. She's your mummy." I smiled and was also in awe of how emotionally intelligent he was. I was low-key pained that Amy got to be Mummy while I was still Father. It was stuffy and made me feel like a stranger, but luckily, his actions said otherwise.

Lia smiles warmly and carefully rubs her flat tummy. 'Baby. I promise to give you everything. My time, my love, and my best as your mother. Even... Even if you don't have a daddy, baby. I'll be the best mom. Mommy loves you very much. Please, be healthy always, okay?' Lia whispers as she continuously caresses her belly.

Her eyes fluttered open halfway, revealing a hazy amber gaze. "Mommy... don't go," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. The word "Mommy" echoed in Avery’s ears, sending a jolt through her spirit. Her heart ached with a sudden, unexpected tenderness, and she instinctively tightened her grip on Sadie’s tiny hand. "What did you call me, little one?" she asked softly, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

I tilted my face up to meet him— The kitchen door flew open. Wood scraped loud against the tile. "Mommy?" The sound cut through everything. I gasped and jerked back. My back hit the edge of the stove. Creighton dropped his hand and stepped back two steps. Both of us turned to the doorway. Maya stood there. She had on her pink pajamas. She was holding her old brown teddy bear to her chest. Her small shoulders were shaking. Tears ran down her red cheeks. Her eyes moved between me and Creighton.

Whenever my son, Ethan Shaw, cried, my mother-in-law, Jacqueline, would pat his back and call his name. She said it was to keep his soul from leaving his body when he got scared. I thought she was just being superstitious until one day, an old woman stared at my son and her face went pale. "Why are his pupils so dilated? He only has one-tenth of his soul left! Has anyone tried to summon his soul?" A chill ran down my back and I told her about his grandmother. She said, "She isn't calling his soul back. She's calling it out of his body! I'll give you the candles. Take it home and light it, or your son will die." I was a little wary. Was I really going to suspect my son's own grandmother

On the night of my engagement party, my mother and I were sipping champagne in the VIP room of a couture shop. That’s when my fiancé’s secretary sent me a video. In the video, Camilla was pinning a middle-aged woman to the floor. She drove her diamond-studded heel into the woman’s face. Over and over. “Serafina, you cheap, pretentious little bitch. Did you really think that just because you fucked the Boss and got a ring, your mother could sneak into his vault and steal his diamonds?” Another sharp kick from the stiletto. The woman’s face was a bloody pulp. A weak gasp of pain escaped her lips. “Rats from the sewer. Always wanting what isn’t yours. I’m the only woman the Boss trusts. Now I’