Momo Mha Fanart Novels & Stories

I replied and he gave me a soft kiss on my hand. "My mom was just as supportive and hardworking. She was working three jobs at a time after dad died and yet she still had time for us. It must've been the reason why she had a hard time battling cancer, she never had time to rest. I just wish I could've helped her more than I did." Alex said, whispering the last part as he gently traces the veins on my hand. "How about your mom? How come I never saw her yet?" He asked.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

It was only my second exhibition, which Lance had insisted be in Nevada. I never allowed photos to be taken of me for security reasons. But one time, a lady was adamant about taking a photo with me because apparently, she was my biggest fan. On the other side, another girl had bought many of my paintings because of how mesmerized she was by them and had written me a letter, praising my skills and how much my paintings elated her mood–it showed her a ray of hope when she was swimming in darkness. When my assistant told me about her, I regretted not being able to meet my true fan. But it was Faith at that time? I never could have imagined such a coincidence. It was really fate, wasn't it?

“You truly didn't want to come home, based on your clothes pick… did you leave your good stuff at your place to run back to them as fast as you could?” The pink hoodie Clarissa had on her hands was far from pleasing to look at, full of holes and stains that Jason had no idea how it had gotten them, but it was still one of the coziest hoodies that the man had and he preferred to wear it as a pajama than throw it away. “I never meant to stay for so long or join all those events that my Mom and Lily keep throwing at me, they tricked me.” The male’s plans were quite simple: he would stay until the Wolf Moon, the first Full Moon of the year, to avoid complaints from his parents.

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Most of it is costume jewelry that probably won’t go for much, but there are a couple of decent things here that could pay off. A familiar sparkle at the back of the box catches my eye. It’s a solid gold banded ring with a small diamond in the center. My mom’s favorite ring, the one she gave to me just before she died. I have no clue what it’s worth or if it’s even a real diamond, but it doesn’t matter. I’d never sell it. I slide the ring onto my finger for safe keeping and pack up the rest of the box to take with me. Before leaving, I take a quick shower, bandage my scraped knees, and get dressed, opting for some nice dress pants and a simple white blouse.

“Mom,” Cassius called gently. “What? Am I not allowed to say the truth? It's just as if she had been expecting her fiancé to die so she could latch onto you. I told you to be wary of her. She isn't the kind of person you think she is.” “Because she killed Poocco, Loocco, and Moocco?” Kira interrupted her, her voice tinged with sarcasm. “Mom, you have done something far worse than that.”

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

I said with a small laugh. Sophie groaned. “It would have been better. He’s stuck with me forever and that’s so unfortunate.” “What?” I giggled, holding back my laughter. “Hi, I’m Monalisa. And you?” The boy smirked proudly. “I’m Mum’s favourite. Max.” “Pretty Max,” I said with a teasing smile. “You’re cute.” His cheeks reddened. “Thank you,” he replied shyly, grinning at me. “Nah… Joshua would have thrown a fit if I had called him cute,” I chuckled at the thought, shaking my head softly. For a moment the room felt lighter.