Momo Twice Novels & Stories

When she's outside the Villa, Lucrecia blows the whistle in her hand while stepping carefully, she's afraid the downhill road is slippery. After just a quarter of the way, Moob all of a sudden comes up from the bottom of the hill with a brown wool glove in his snout. The black and white furry dog puts the glove in his snout on the ground, then he's barking several times right before he turns back to go down the hill. after only a few steps, the dog is turning back, as if signaling to follow him. Lucrecia follows the dog as she knows the message of the dog tries to convey.

“But my father… my father owns the world above. And they’re connected. That’s why he beat me today. Because I discovered the connection.” With a trembling hand, Maeve opened the leather folder she had protected with her life. Documents, pen drives, and photographs spilled across the coffee table like pieces of a deadly puzzle. “Remember my five Ms?” she asked, her voice thick. I remembered. The dark mantra she used to repeat when she drank: my misery, my mourning, my monster, my curse, my marriage. I had always thought it was just dramatic poetry from a literature student. “It was code,” she explained, pointing at the papers. “My father isn’t just an aggressive businessman. He’s the main mon

The connection snapped, but not before understanding took root. A voice echoed through the void, low and resonant, threaded with something almost like amusement. “So,” it murmured, dark and melancholic, “you are stronger than I thought.” The tone shifted, not anger. Not frustration. Caution. “The second attempt,” the voice continued softly, “will not be so simple.” The connection faded. Back in Fiato, Mia exhaled and finally turned to face the twins. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I felt it, I couldn’t let it breach further.”

my secretary, a nervous beta named Jen, peeks her head around the door. "Alpha Greyson from the Eastern Territory is on line two. Again. He wants to know why our border patrols have doubled near the river." "Tell him it's standard protocol during the harvest moon," I lie smoothly, signing a requisition form without looking at it. "And tell him if his scouts cross the river line again, 'standard protocol' will involve teeth." Jen blinks, surprised by the venom in my voice. "Yes, Alpha." She closes the door. I drop the pen and exhale, sinking back into the over-sized leather chair. It still smells like my father, tobacco and old spice. It makes my chest ache.

Her blood ran cold. The one who loved mangoes was Jessica. What I was remembering… was my life with Jessica. When I saw she didn't answer, I frowned. "Why aren't you eating? Did I remember wrong? I clearly remember my wife loving these. Unless… I have another wife?" "Of course not!" Emily shot back. "It's me. I love mangoes. I just… I was so happy I didn't know how to react." To prove it was really her, she forced herself to eat the mangoes in big bites. Almost immediately, red rashes broke out all over her arms and back. Neither of us seemed to notice.

my sister-in-law called my me, making me cringe. "You were the one that reunited us with our mother, that is exactly why we are doing this for you, because now we see exactly what you were trying to tell us back then. The bond that a mother shares with her children is one that should not be broken, you are going to be a mother soon…" She said calmly as she was dropping her own cutleries. "Imagine if your pup decides that he or she wouldn't talk to you anymore, and that they did not want to have anything to do with you.. Koko how would you feel?"

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

she yelled back, laughing as she ran. "I’ll slaughter you like a guinea pig if you show your face again!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky before heading back inside, muttering, "What’s with that girl?" He couldn’t help but chuckle. Bisila walked down the street, still grinning. She reached into her pocket, feeling the freshly earned payment. Up ahead, a bar came into view, its large sign glowing: **DONNIE AND THE BAR.** Inside, a few men sat scattered around with drinks, talking loudly. One of them noticed her at the door.

They were both guessing at each other’s thoughts. “Come on, Mommy. You heard it yourself. You can save all twenty thousand dollars. You don’t have to pay for apartment rent and food. Mommy won’t lose anything.” Mike reminded her of some other benefits. Fay was tempted, but eventually shook her head. To the disappointment of the twins. She felt like they had some hidden agenda. “Mommy—“Mika whined and then rushed to Fay. The little girl hugged the feet of the girl she had come to think of as a substitute for her mommy.

Momo’s mother stood at the door and called out to them, “You brats, are you going to keep our guests waiting just because you can’t stop chatting?” Momo looked at her mother and called out, “Mom…” Her mother looked at her and sneered. Although they had not seen each other for many years, her mother did not seem to be excited upon seeing her. “Why did you keep us waiting? You almost pissed off your future husband. Quickly, some in and help soothe his anger. His almost going out of control.” Momo’s expression changed upon hearing her mother. What did she mean by her future husband? Her sister slapped herself on the forehead upon hearing that. She had gone to warn Momo about what was happening,