Momo Momozono Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We greet our Lunar Ailura. The Mother of All Ailuranthropes." My breath hitches. My heartbeat accelerates. What? I feel Ramon go rigid beside me. My own jaw drops. Mother of All Ailuranthropes? This must be a mistake. But the way they are looking at me… Reverence. Devotion. Absolute loyalty. I swallow hard. My hands tremble. Because, somehow, I know. This isn’t a mistake. I am their Lunar Ailura. Their queen. Their beginning. And my journey… has only just begun.

He would make a good stripper, I must say. "Vala will ascend the throne, and there's no one to stop him. Where the hell is that short vampire Guardian, Momo, anyways?" He grunted. "Momo, guardian? What are you talking about?" I asked. He raised his hands from the water, moving towards me. I couldn't take my eyes off his abs; they were just dripping with… "Momo is the shortest vampire dwarf who became the guardian and protected this fucking realm from the vampire realm. He was the only one who could unlock the gates of the underworld and free Vala, so how did you come about it?" He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance.

I tell the girl whose pout only protruded the more. “App-po- ise?” She asked, confused by the word. “It means sorry. You should say sorry to your mom because she was worried about you.” I say, watching the girl smile before apologizing to her mom. “I’m sorry she disturbed you, Luna. I’ll take her back now.” The woman says, taking the child from my hands. “It’s fine, Bey is always welcome here with me.” I tell her, leaning to pinch the girl on the cheeks, watching her giggle loudly.

Cedric leaned closer to him and asked, "Your mommy must be very pretty, then. Since he gave birth to someone who looks as handsome as you." Zenon beamed with pride, the sad thoughts he had a while ago vanishing into thin air. "My mommy is the prettiest in the entire world!" "I'm sure she is. What's your mommy's name?" Kian suddenly asked. Zenon smiled. "My mommy's name is Ad—"

Mummo explains, I look to Liliana in surprise, as Mummo watches Phoenix, who stares at her with a furrowed brow. “You not witch, you Moon Goddess… Gran not mummo, you mummo,” Phoenix corrects Mummo with a sheepish grin, like she can’t believe Mummo is downplaying what, and who, she is. Naturally Mummo smiles and nods as she gazes at Phoenix lovingly.

But after days of texting back and forth, I’m starting to see a different side to him. Turns out, he’s not nearly as mysterious as everyone makes him out to be. The guy’s obsessed with Cheetos and watches local football games most evenings. Not a lot of mystery in that. It’s a little after 4:00 p.m. when I step into the small convenience store where Corey’s mom works, which is also the meetup spot for our outing. I make my way to the counter where she has her face buried between sheets of inventory notes. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Brown.”

Thinking fast, she blurted out, “Koa, Koa—when is your mom coming to pick you up and take you back to Cordavia?” Koa & Moa: “???” ‘Mommy, what are you saying? We don’t understand a single word.’ Koa blinked in confusion but quickly caught on. He gently squeezed Moa’s hand. “I’m not sure either.” Moa: “Huh? Oh! Right, right! We don’t know when Mommy’s coming to get us!” Nash raised a brow. “Didn’t you say your names were Koko and Momo?” Briella: ‘What the hell are you talking about?’

"She got fired and still can't land another job. At this point, she might as well get married and be done with it." I looked toward the source of the voice. Mom's lips were tightly pressed together. She hadn't said a word. "I only get eight thousand dollars a month from my pension, and that's not enough for David. Selena must have savings. I need to make her hand it over." My heart skipped a beat. I was certain now. That voice belonged to Mom, and it was her inner thoughts.

Lily stood in front of her, holding her small bag tightly. I didn’t mean to overhear them. But Monica’s voice was clear—calm, controlled, almost gentle, as if there was no tension at all. “Do you miss me?” she asked. Lily didn’t answer right away. “Lily,” Monica said again, softer this time. “I’m your mom.” I stayed by the doorway. I didn’t want to interfere, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk away either. “Yes,” Lily answered quietly. Monica smiled. “See? I knew it.”

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."