Momo Singer Novels & Stories

As he walked, he bitterly wailed, “What did Momo do wrong...? Why is Momo the only one in the world who doesn’t have a mom? Why does my real mom not like Momo? Why does Mommy not like Momo?” Chris’ broken voice felt like sharp needles that pierced Charmine’s heart, one after another. It hurt so much that she felt like her airpipes were lodged. She wanted to rush ahead and hug him, comfort him, and agree to anything he wanted. However, she could not. It was not possible.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

, Mohini spoke a small smile teasingly dancing on her lips. "You?", That girl raised her hand to slap Mohini but Mohini was faster than her as she stopped her hand and planted a hard slap on that girl's face. Mohini felt satisfied with her action and left the place happily. But suddenly Something flashed in her mind, "Omo Mummy. What would I tell her about my first day of job?" "Se-hun ah! Help me", Mohini crossed her fingers and mentally prayed to the EXO K-pop boyband group member named 'Oh Se- Hun'

"My money can fix it so don't mind it." Romana takes care of herself. Only a few people know that she is already at forty. She is more beautiful, smooth, tight-skinned, white, and sexy compared to her age. "That's why I want to stick to you, Mommy! I can get a lot of milk to you." Milk is for money. She no longer understood the man and gulped down the contents of her glass. She focused her eyes on the stage that was there. The music is slow and melodious. A man came out from the entrance of the stage wearing only briefs and a necktie.

Jenar protested. Jenar got up from the chair. "Although I have never met his children, I heard that the eldest son is a university student." Jenar walked over to a table full of plates and glasses. It's time for a potluck dinner. "He said Julio studied business law, but I don't know whether he knows Alif. I don't care about that," Jenar said, looking nonchalant. Jenar added. "Jasmine is a smart girl who once won a national math quiz competition."

JD again? “My name’s Mama, Calli-noona. I’m on rhythm guitars. Aikon-hyung is my cousin.” The smallest of them said. Aikon huh? “Sam here, noona. I play the piano and I’m a cousin of Sean-hyung.” The red haired said. Sean? “David at your service, noona! I’m the band’s lead vocals. But the other members are singing too. I’m Iyah-noona’s cousin and brother of Jun.” The handsome lead vocals finished with a radiant smile. Iyah again?!

Days had passed already, and Cali's career was quite back on track. She even signed an exclusive guesting at musicals of boy band Moonstar18. Today is the scheduled filming of the MV teaser. Moonstar18 is a boy group that is Filipino pop. They are the most famous local boyband which collaborates with Kpop artists. "Are you really fine coming here to the filming site?" Cali asked while looking at Laurence. "I'm fine. Don't you think being your manager is actually an advantage for us? We can always see each other just like today." Laurence smiled as if he is the luckiest man for dating Cali.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

Mel's POV I clear my throat, feeling the alcohol loosening my restraint. “This one’s for my mom,” I announce, my slurred voice booming through the room. Then, I start singing the lyrics to “Rain” by Sleep Token—loudly and likely off-key. Who fucking cares.