Novel & Cerita Momone Momo

he replied as he put his cell phone back into his pocket. Zou nodded, "Oiya, Mama Mona is sick? What's the pain? Is it bad? How come Zou doesn't know?" Zou showered Jeno with a series of questions. Since childhood, Zou has called Jeno's mother as Mama, the same as Jeno. Because it was Mona-mama Jeno herself who asked for it, and Zou happily called her mama. Count to treat his longing for his mother, moreover Mona gives Zou the same affection as Jeno.

"Xavi ? " " Mama ." ©#KCMmuoe

Dominik clapped his hands lazily, and two guards dragged her forward. Noa’s knees almost buckled. There she was. Not a memory. Not a ghost. A real, breathing woman, her face bruised, her wrists bound, but her eyes her eyes were the same ones he remembered in the fragments of his childhood nightmares. His mother. His pulse shattered, breath catching on broken sobs. “Mom” Dominik’s blade kissed her throat, and Noa froze. “Ah ah,” Dominik sing-songed. “You know how this works, baby boy. If you want her alive, you’re going to have to pay.”

Though, her poor puppy-sister, Momo, had to pay the price. Momo was very unhappy to be used by little Karen. She was the youngest in the family so Little Karen was able to bully her. Momo was a Pomeranian. Little Karen tried her best to draw Momo, yet no one could really recognize that the animal in the painting was actually Momo. If Neil had to tell what the painting looked like, he would have thought it was a cat. "Oh wow, you're going to draw something for your new brother." Neil patted her little head and sat down beside her. "Okay, Little Karen, when you're done with this, let's do something fun."

Mom asked worried. “It’s Vanique.”

"Mom." ----

"I send you 50,000 dollars a month, and this is what you eat?" 50,000 dollars? The number detonated inside my head. "What... What do you mean 50,000 dollars?" My voice was shaking badly. All I ever received was 200 dollars. Dad looked taken aback. "On the 15th of every month, I transfer 50,000 dollars to your bank account." He turned his phone screen toward me. Line after line of transfer records filled the screen, every single one for 50,000 dollars, every single one with Mom's name attached to it.

I spoke to her in the calmness tone I can. "Look, I appreciate you thinking I'm that Monalisa but I'm not. I'm Monalisa Jayden James Bruno, that's who I am. So please, do not bug me, otherwise my brother's bodyguard is going to deal with you and she means business. so stay far away from me and go look somewhere else for your Monalisa daughter. Would you mind stepping out of my way, woman? "You're my Monalisa. My daughter. I've missed you so much. I want to hold you in my arms and hug you and kiss you. I want to tuck you in and watch you sleep. I miss everything"

Thankfully, Angela could already speak, and she believed that soon enough, Angela would tell her the answer herself. Coming back to her senses, Haley met Owen's gaze and softly said, "Angela doesn't understand what 'dad' means, so she called him the wrong name. But you should know what 'mommy' means. I'm not..." "Your mommy,” Owen finished for her. “Besides, don't you already have a mommy?" Haley asked quietly. Owen's eyes suddenly turned red. He bit his lower lip and replied stubbornly, "Even if I do, so what? I don't like her anyway. That selfish woman doesn't deserve to be my mommy!"