Momo Quirk Novels & Stories

'Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this child? "Fine then, tell me about it" "It was two months ago when they took away my friends' moms and big sisters. At that time, we were celebrating the Lunaria in Seventh. It was the fourth night when they came to our village. Then Momo came and saved us," Basil narrated. "Momo?" "Yes, Momo. The person who has the same eyes as you but his hair is much better than yours," Basil replied. 'Right, that Momo.'

After the door was closed, she asked Nial, “What does Momo actually have? Is there no way to cure it?” Nial sighed and replied, “It’s affective psychosis. Momo never had a mother growing up and although the Baileys could provide him with the best quality of life, it would be hard to compensate him in terms of affection. Momo really wants a mom as well. As long as this wish of his isn’t fulfilled, it’ll always be the cause of these convulsions.” “But I’ve been spending time with him today, so shouldn’t he be happy? According to your logic, it shouldn’t have happened today.” Charmaine was confused.

Mummo speaks in a soft loving tone, watching Phoenix with the sweetest smile, like she sees something in this girl that gives her hope. “My mummo?” Phoenix’s eyes grow wide in surprise when she pops her little head up to attention, making her messy red mane bounce. “Yes, your mummo, or grandma. She was very good friends with Helena and I before she had your mumma and daddy. Your mummo was a witch like you, Helena and I are. Deborah used to be in our coven and was a very powerful seer,” Mummo explains, I look to Liliana in surprise, as Mummo watches Phoenix, who stares at her with a furrowed brow.

However, instead of taking the shirt, a smile filled with disapproval tugged at the corners of Morana's lips. "You think I am your maid?" Morana asked boldly, as if she didn’t know how to be scared. "You think two hundred is enough?" Not only he is rich and is a potential successor to a big company in this country, but because Quirino has been educated in business and leadership since childhood, he has a bigger and more dominant ego than teenagers his age. Therefore, seeing Morana's arrogance and the way she spoke, made Quirino clench his fists to hold back the irritation that had caught in his throat.

My dull honey-brown eyes stare back at me from the mirror and I school my features. I'm often told I look a lot like my mother; having her long straight black hair and Asian eyes. I'm often told that I'm just as dangerous as her as well. Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be twenty-one and my parents' last request will finally be carried out; I'll be initiated as the boss. I neatened my black suit and tied my hair in a high ponytail. I'm the future boss, after all, might as well look the part. Being the eleventh year since my parents died, today we pay respects to them as a final farewell before the new boss is initiated tomorrow.

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.

Meg POV I woke wrapped in Quinn’s arms. He was spooned behind me with his hand protectively over my stomach. I had woken because I had gotten a link from my Mom asking if Quinn and I were going to join the group for supper. I was just about to give Quinn a nudge when my stomach growled loudly. “I guess that answers my Dad’s question.” Quinn’s sleepy voice rumbles in my ear. “He just linked me asking if we were coming for supper.” He says kissing me on the top of my head.

He sighed in relief within his telepathic world and uttered, You’re right… Nobody can really tell us apart… Even my mom’s making her mistake right now… Told you… See…? We look exactly the same… By wearing the same clothes and having the same hairstyles like these, nobody can tell us apart… Eriwan smiled cynically to Madam Queenie Qamra when the lady was showing off her fake love and affection in front of his dad and mom. “Were you going out today, together with my Erito?” asked Madam Queenie Qamra again showing off her cuteness and kindness in front of Mr. Apollo and Mrs. Columba.

The Quirks' two daughters, however? Indeed, daughters were useless. After nurturing them for decades, they ended up in someone else's family, helping their in-laws scam money from their natal family. What use were daughters like these? "Grandma, I understand this logic, but you have to realize this is one billion, not a few million. Even for the Burt Corporation, coming up with one billion in cash isn't easy. This is not a small amount. My in-laws are businessmen. If they genuinely want to acquire Quirk Enterprise, they will surely hire professionals to evaluate it. They won't spend one billion just because I said a couple of words. Even if I'm their daughter-in-law, and the Quirks are their

he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Mr. James," Bisila said flatly, her smirk returning. "You think that disguise was fooling anyone? The second they started talking about Andrew James Jr., I knew." "Guess I’m not as good at disguises as I thought," he admitted. "Nope. So what do you want?" "I need someone tough and clever. I’ve been watching you for a while, and I think you’d be perfect to work for my son’s wife as her caretaker." “Caregiver? You think I’m cut out for that?” Bisila laughed. “I cause trouble wherever I go.”