Momo X Novels & Stories

Everyone addressed Eva, the manager, as Manager Eva, but it was only Mia Moore who dared to address the manager by her first name only, taking advantage of Emily's influence. Before Mia Moore could continue, Eva approached, saying, "Why should I be discontented?"

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"This card has no limit. You can use it." Suddenly realizing something, she hugged Momo tighter and said, "Don't even think about it. No matter how much money you have, I won't sell Momo."

“See you then!” "Mom. My friend is coming over." I told my mom, cancelling my plan of going to Cole’s house. “I’ll text Cole to get his ass here instead!” I texted Cole that I was back for the weekend and if he wanted to get free food, he should get his ass down to our house, and then I texted Korina the address and sat waiting for her at one of the front tables so she could spot me easily.

Xyla was unsure whether she should laugh or cry. She typed another comment, shaking her head helplessly. “Just play the way you normally would. You don’t have to keep the buffs for me intentionally. Whoever needs them can take them.” “Yes, I agree with everything you said,” Lin wrote. “Xyla, I’m a fan, and you're the woman I admire the most. You’re the kind of person I want to be,” Momo wrote. “Thank you,” Summer replied. “It’s getting late, won’t Stanley stop you from playing?” Bao asked.

Too bad. I sighed and dialed her number again and then for a third time after which she picked. The urge to cry out and tell her all my troubles overwhelmed me as I brought the phone to my ear, but all the fifteen years of training that I'd gone through with my parents before they passed held me and kept me calm. Plus why wasn't she saying anything. “Promise, were you asleep?” I asked gently into the phone even though I knew that if I was the regular human, then Promise was the bat, the very nightcrawler of our friendship.

It was a little oehoe sound because mom is fascinated by owls. “I’m scheduling a call for tonight. It’s been too long since either of you contacted me or your dad. Love, mom.” I chuckled to myself. It had only been a few days, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t seen her for the whole week last week. But I knew better than to argue with mom. We were there to celebrate Joy's birthday, and we added a few extra days to hang out with family and friends back home. “Lisa, I guess we need to reschedule. I have some pack business to attend to tonight.”

As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club. I have a name here too. And this is my chessboard. The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused. Can it be Brandon? No, can't probably be right? He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this. Which means only one thing. Moranorebel. I laughed. Loud. That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit.