Momo X Novels & Stories

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.

“Mom guilt? It sounds like the only thing you don’t feel guilty about is turning me down.” “That’s right. Not an ounce of guilt about that.” I said, turning my head and facing Cas with a big smile. He just rolled his eyes at me, and I turned back. “Mom guilt is when you feel guilty for not being there enough, and when you are there, you feel guilty for not doing enough with them. For working too much, not buying enough toys, or too many toys. For saying no or not being strict enough. It’s doubting yourself and feeling like a failure because you want to be the best mom there is.”

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.

"And I want it too. But Damon... can we keep it small? Intimate? I know as king and alpha we are expected to make these grand public displays, but..." "But you would rather it be about us than about politics," I finished, understanding immediately. "Of course. Whatever you want. We can do something just for close family..." Opp, I paused, peering at Milo's face but he nodded smiling. “It's fine Damon, you can talk about them.” he said, but I could see the slight change in expression. Milo had not talked about his parents since, and it has remained that way… well until now. Milo said he was okay, but I know deep down he must have been affected by everything.

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'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.'