My Momma Don't Like You And She Likes Everyone Novels & Stories

She called out his name excitedly. The fans turned to look at us. Chelsea ran straight toward Elliot, wrapping her arms around his in an affectionate embrace. "Elliot, it's all your fault for insisting we eat king crab last night. Now, I have an allergic reaction! So, are you here today just to take care of me? If that's the case, I guess I can forgive you." Elliot glanced at me, then back at Chelsea. In the end, he simply smiled and nodded at her.

me completely exposed to you mommy. In my defense, if I have made you feel uncomfortable, all I can say is- I love you and I'm sorry. Sorry that I have fallen so madly in love with the most stunning, most alluring, and most gorgeous creature on this fair earth of ours...my mother. Love, Jimmy

I told Samantha, who gasped. "What?!" She shrieked. "Hey, don't judge me. Mom and I have that relationship, okay? And she wasn't mad about it. She's an open person, I guess. And all she said was, 'Well tell me when it happens. And while you're at it, get rid of that Jeffery guy'" We all laughed at that. "Why does no one like Martin?" Samantha wondered. "Even your parents," "Well, unlike you, he's not likable," I shrugged.

“Oh she's adorable. Are you treating her well?” I look away. “Yes.” “Don't lie to me, you know I hate that.” She says sternly. “Mom I really like her. And if we could just spend some time, I think she'll like me too. She's just stubborn is all.” Mom looks up at me tiredly. “Look, I know your father and uncle set a bad example, but I've told you, most of the time, kidnapping people makes them hate you.” “I didn't kidnap her,” I murmured.

"She looked really, really mad when she talked and you left too quickly." I didn't say anything to that. I didn't know what to say. "Grandma used to really, really, really like you!" "She still likes me!" I almost yelled. Damn, he's beginning to really piss me off. But it's not his fault, is it? "Grandma still likes me," I repeated after working on the calmness of my tone. "Mothers never stop liking their kids. Because they always see them as their little babies." "You're gonna keep seeing me as your little baby, right?"

"You only know how to control me and restrict me. You don't love me at all! "I don't want a homewrecker who ruined Lisa and Dad's relationship to be my mom! "You're ugly and boring! I want the gentle and beautiful Lisa to be my mom!"

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

Four years passed. ~"You might have a mom, she might be the bomb But ain't nobody got a mom like mine Her love's 'til the end, she's my best friend Ain't nobody got a mom like mine" ~ Dancing to the tune of "Mom" by Meghan Trainor, the children danced in simple steps to appreciate their mommies on Mother's Day. This was a gathering that Amara had organized for the mothers in their family and close friends.

" My mum doesn't seem to like him." Josh was startled, Max mother was the last person who will ever be that way because she had a free mind and she didn't care about anyone else. She loved everyone who came in, especially her children's friends so why was Darren an exception? " Is there a problem? Your mum isn't someone like that." " I know, but she said something about Darren being off, you know my mother, she is the last person who would ever think that way, so it has me at a loss, what do you think is the reason why she doesn't like him?"

she said and quoted the air. I laughed and pinched both of her cheeks. “Aw, Mommy,” she muttered, holding both my hands and breaking free. “It hurts.” Kissing both of her cheeks, I sighed in relief. “Thank you so much for being a good daughter, love. You make Mommy happy. I love you so much.” “Do you also love Uncle Bastian?” I forced a laugh. She won’t let go of her infatuations, huh? “I love anyone who loves you. Including Uncle Joey, our neighbor. Auntie Christy, Uncle Wyatt, and everyone.”