Momone Momo Novels & Stories

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

Leaning on the seat, she looked out the window. "I have to get my mom's painting. Those were very close to Mom. I can not afford to lose them" Anna whispered to herself thinking about her mom. Her mom was a famous artist. Anna smiled thinking about those days when they used to draw paintings together. Everything was good until they found out her father cheated on her mother. Her mom endured everything for Anna's sake but slowly her health broke down and doctors declared her mom had cancer and it was her last stage. She only had three months to live. Anna saw the pain and suffering her mom went through. How she used to cry silently. How she became skin to bone. How much she cried to her fathe

Mom's expression immediately turned foul, and she screamed and hurled insults at the poor delivery guy. Fuming, Mom came back in with the cake in her hands. She was so mad that she pounded on the door. "Marianne, what did you get a cake for? You only got second place, so what's there to celebrate? I used to be the winner of the World Dance Championship. You're nowhere near my level!" I remained lying in the puddle of blood. I was extremely weak, but still I explained softly, "That's not it, Mom. It's your birthday."

Monet leaned in, the neon pink lights reflecting off the gold rims of her glass. "Girl, my phone has been blowing up since six this morning," Monet shouted over the beat, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve got clients I haven’t heard from in years suddenly asking if I can 'squeeze them in' just so they can ask if I really know the girl on Damien Blackwood’s arm."

'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.'

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

"This is 80 Percent of your money,once this quest is done, you would have the remaining 20 percent." Valen handed over the brown envelope to her and left immediately. Aina couldn't contain the joy she felt and kissed the envelope thrice saying; “I bless this day. The moon goddess has remembered my family. My father would be free again. I can't wait to see him." She smiled. She went to where the baby was laying. "You are such a lovely cute boy, I would miss you alot but don't worry you will be in your mother's arms tonight." She pegged him on his forehead.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

Monitor? Chris actually sent this to her? He wanted her to monitor the interaction between Anthony and Annabel? That seemed rather…wrong. Just as she was about to type a reply, Chris sent another text. [Momo: Mommy, Momo spent a whole day setting up this website and monitoring device. I did this for Mommy to monitor them. Mommy must log in and watch or Momo will be very sad, and I’ll have a seizure! Also, Mommy is Daddy’s wife, so it’s legal to monitor him spending time with another girl!]

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her