Novelas y relatos de Mother Shabubu

I left home when I was fourteen and joined the black dragon family, I started low like everyone else, at the bottom of the food chain till I made it to the top, I'm the head of the family now. I haven't heard from my mother for over ten years, she's now in her forties. She quitted the drugs and married some guy with money on him, when I left she had another kid, a half-sister of mine. She was three at the time and I haven't heard from her or my mother ever since. This brings us back to the present, I own a club named Secret. I'm sitting in my office with the woman who gave birth to me, she's crying and clutching a paper for dear life.

I heard my mom's voice call out my name and I remembered I told her to come here and she did "Mom, thank you" I say and walked closer to her, She smiled at me "Aubrey is like my daughter, you don't need to thank me" She says and stands up "Now that you are here, I would take the time to go to the cafe, i need coffee" She says to me and i gave her a tight lipped smile and watched as she walked away.

To be exact, she is actually secretly looking down on them. Never give them a face unless they bring her meat to eat. Sha Sha always hearing the topic circling around the tribe as if she was a leader of a gossiper. Those sl-ves who wish to be a friend to her come with a piece of news that can entertain her, and last night she heard something that made her really angry. Shan Yang has taken a sl-ve back! Sha Sha is gritting her teeth between talking when the person she wants to give a baby to has taken another sl-ve when she is obviously right here, and this news has been going on recently around the inner part of their tribe.

N'DJAMENA, CHAD. Suhayr immediately left the mosque to go call the two people she knew would not hesitate to come and help her if she gives them some money, not that they won't without the money. They are her customers and like buying their stuff from her shop because she always makes discount for them, that is all because her mother respects them for some unknown reason, she also does. If her mother loves an ant, Suhayr would definitely respect that ant for the rest of her life.

She would miss them when it was time to leave. “Mama you look so shiny!” Uthman said. Her son started calling her Mama rather than Mommy recently. It was probably because of the people that he yet over here and how they referred to their mothers. It was clear that Ikram was rubbing off on her son. Tequila was not sure if she liked it or not.

The rain had slowed to a whisper by the time Amara found herself back in the study. The sky was a bruised gray, thick and low, pressing against the windows like it wanted to see everything inside. Inside, she felt the same weight she had felt all day—a quiet, tense gravity that seemed to pull at her chest.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

"What are you up to? Why do you keep giving Cara food and water? Is there something wrong with this water?" I stated my doubts and wanted to take the water. The more she tried to hide it from me, the more I felt something was wrong. When I almost got the bottle of water, Zoe cried out, "Jack, look at your wife! Are you going to let her bully your mom? Have you forgotten about me after you're married?" Jack was speechless, but he still stopped me. "Stop it, Sofia. Maybe she just wants to take care of Cara. The older generations didn't know how to show their love, so don't mind her too much."

In my head I keep running over my tiny conversation with Daniel, if you can even call it that, I feel like a teenager again. My sister Shelly came over to catch up and see the children. Shelly is thirteen years older than me and has always been like a second mum to me. We look very similar except Shelly has short blonde hair and mine is now long and my natural mousey brown colour. I’ve always looked up to both my sister’s, I saw them marry and have children when I was still very young, I always wanted to be just like them. I told her about the odd lack of response I got from the group of mums in Joshuas class. Shelly looked concerned, like she wanted to tell me something but wasn’t sure if s