Mommy Novels & Stories

My friend's eyes widened when she mentioned mommy's screen name when she was famous. As I expected, Mirae's reaction will be like this because she likes to watch old movies and I know that she saw mommy. She even came out from the counter and grabbed my arm. The smile on the lips is too wide. "Hello! You know me?" asked mommy who was also smiling while still pointing her finger at herself. "Yes, Miss Corine. I am an avid fan of yours, including my mother." Mirae's face showed that she was telling the truth. "It's good that you came here. Do you want some cake? Cookies? Our vendors here are the bes

When I finally got it in my arms, I burst into another fit of tears. "Oh my God, Riri!" I fanned at my eyes with my hand, shaking from emotion. She kept rubbing my other arm, chanting over and over, "Sorry mommy… do you like it?" "I love it, baby… I love it so much." I cried, holding the book she wrote to my chest. She had given me a book with the name on it, 'What I Love About Mom'. She also included painted beaded bracelets, and the more I imagined how much thought and time she had put into the gift, I cried even harder.

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

"Kiara, you can't just—you don't even—we don't—" "Momma," Kiara grumbled, her lower lip pushing out in a pout. She turned to face her mother, her small brow furrowed with the weight of her explanation. "All the children at kindergarten are bringing their parents for the midterm celebration. Both of them. Jessica has her mommy and daddy. Tommy has his mommy and daddy. Even little Sophie, who talks too much, has a mommy and a daddy." Her voice softened, losing its defensive edge and becoming something sadder, smaller. "But I only have a momma."

Damien turned away without another word, striding purposefully through the banquet hall. His assistant, Jordan Lane, approached, holding out a tablet. "Sir, I've gathered some information on the woman from the lounge. Her name is Melissa Walker, twenty-six years old, recently joined BuzzFeed. Damien took the tablet, scanning the details briefly. Melissa's face stared back at him, igniting a spark of curiosity within him. He could sense there was more to her than met the eye. Leaning against the glass wall of the banquet hall, Damien glazed out into the night, lost in thought.

HUDSON’S POV “Mommy!!” they jumped on her all at once, her smiling face capturing my entire attention as I watched her leaned down to their level. Taking each kid in her arms and hugging tight as I they each threw themselves on her. “Mommy, you’re home!” “Mommy is home…” Miley cried shamelessly; her lips pushed to a big pout as she held on tightly to Val’s neck. “My mommy…”

CHAPTER 6 "You were a blessing from God,” I said.” "Magic?" His lip pushed out. He wasn't buying it. "Yes, Baby." "But science says there's no such thing as magic." "There is, Baby Sevi." "You're lying, Mommy. Why?" "He's dead but I'm here, right? I'm your mommy and your daddy. And you have Auntie Steph, Auntie Heath, Grandma and Grandpa. We all love you." He didn't push it after that, even though I knew he had a hundred more questions sitting behind those green eyes. He just turned his attention back to the video.

The child instantly demands, “Do what to mommy? No hurt mommy. No. Bad. Very Bad.” Jeez… I haven’t even said anything. I’m just getting frustrated that I may finally get some information on my mate, but no. Who is his mother, anyway? I probably don’t even know her. The child instantly huffs, “Know mommy Ben. Mommy talk.” Hold on. Did that kid just say mommy Ben? That can’t be the same as High Elder Ben, who is mind linking with me from time to time, trying to get me to join his pack. Right.

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.

she said slightly like a whisper but even Nate could hear it since he was close enough. She withdraw her hand from Nate's and touched her belly, hoping to get some sort of sign she is not in a dream. She can't still believe she's going to be a mother. She caress her stomach while she smiled, the tear of joy dripping down her face. It was clear she was already developing motherly feeling for her unborn child already. Then Nate could see the smile on her face fade away slowly " What's the problem Paige?" Nate asked even if she change the sad expression fast, he would never miss that little change.