Mother Shabubu Novels & Stories

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

"This is too heavy for me. I don't know about the rest of you but... Imam Hussain. We are very sorry, we know that you travelled to Ekiti with your son, Ibrahim last week for your mother's fida'u prayer. This is not your fault or Aisha's, let's believe it's faith... It's the will of God Almighty, this could happen to anyone. Please don't allow this weigh your spiritual strength, our Iman. Everyone would agree with me that this is the time to practice sabr (patience). Now, the question is what do we do?" Everyone took in a deep breath of fresh air. Thinking of the heaviness his last question..."WHAT DO WE DO?" "Well spoken Alhaji." Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal ma

In reality, Old Master Shaw had been crying the whole time. No one knew why he was crying. Was it because of regret? Remorse? Or even heartache? Sabrina did not care about any of that. She was not related to the old man at all. Never, not since the beginning and definitely not now. She looked at Old Master Shaw calmly and said, “Old Master Shaw, because you are both my husband’s and my mother-in-law’s savior, I respectfully address you as Mr. Shaw.” “Sabbie…” Old Master Shaw called out to her in a sob, tears blocking the words from leaving his lips smoothly.

What I saw there was a sight I would never forget for the rest of my life. My brothers were pinning my mother down in the banquet hall. Forced to kneel, she licked that unfamiliar woman’s shoes…

She stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking what life outside was currently like; what latest news she was missing; how worried her coding group would be; and the happiness that her parents were living in. Hot tears stung the back of her eyes, as she remembered that her parents willingly gave her up to the empire without caring if she was going to be killed or used for trafficking. She blinked rapidly, and swore never to think about it anymore. She was angry and furious, and was desperate to blow off steam. She grabbed a bottle of water, and headed for the door hoping to get fresh air in the garden downstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she met Bob standing on the other side of the

She used up all her savings to cover the Walkers' debt, yet it was hard for her to find a high-paying job with her music background. Yohan tracked her down and offered her a job as Julian's piano teacher, with a monthly salary of 60 thousand. "My new mommy is the best! I love my new mommy the most!" Julian exclaimed loudly in the living room. "I'm not your new mommy, Mr. Julian. Please stop addressing me as such." Emily glanced at him awkwardly. Julian was annoyed with the way she was addressing him. He hugged her legs affectionately and said, "I'll get mad if you keep calling me Mr. Julian! You have to call me Juli! You're so much more gentle than my mommy, I love you the most!"

I took a shaky breath. The Goddess lifted her hand again, and suddenly the stars above us shifted into shapes, wolves, glowing and running across the sky. In the middle of them, a smaller light appeared, glowing brighter than the rest. I stared. “Is that… my child?” She nodded. “Yes. Born of fire, tested by shadow, but destined to shine. Their path will not be easy, but it will be true.” I reached for the light in the sky, but it was far away, just out of reach.

#ExposeMadamBuenavista My mother experienced abuse from that rich demon. My mother is a masseuse and was once summoned to their mansion to massage the demon. After the massage, she complained that my mother's hands were too heavy, and then suddenly took my mother to their basement and hit her with a wooden stick, claiming that it was so my mother could experience the pain she felt. You have no heart! You deserve to be burned in hell! #ExposeMadamBuenavista

Will you please exercise patience and listen to me, this is one of us, we can’t possibly allow her to remain there for three days” Nneka said gently, with her pretentious calming, and caring expression. “Queen mother, we can’t… we are different from you, we don’t have a kind heart like you, maybe if we possibly wake up tomorrow with the kind of heart you have, we might beg her behalf. But for now, is a capital no for us with due respect queen mother” Sheba said, her eyes seeming with anger, and her chest was rising and falling. Just as she finished her response, she lowered her head and exited the room, with Kira trailing after her.

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”