Oma Mama Novels & Stories

I don't know how life would be without these fools. "Quick question honey but did you use protection." Lena asked. She is the mama bear of the squad. "Yes, mama. We used protection." "That's great I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to become an aunt any time soon." "What you hate kids?" Chelsea asked playfully shoving her. Lena slapped her hand off her shoulders and looked back at me giving me that serious scary mama look the one that my mama even never gave me. "Don't get me wrong barbie doll. I love kids and all kids love me.

But she wasn't done and the people in the room were interested in our conversation. "Habibeti, min fadlik. Ahtajoki bi aman la uridi an yantahi biki Al amr mitil abiki, anti kolo ma lady hata law yajibo aalayna an ntsaada maaa aadaina," Mama voiced mournfully, eyes filled with sadness and absolute determination. (Love, please. I need you safe, I don't want you to end up like your dad, you're all I have and if it means that we have to partner up with our rivals)

I don’t know how but I know. Mama is cooing at me, “Katia, my beautiful daughter, you are so special. The goddess visited me when you lived in mama’s tummy and told me so. I love you so much, my precious baby.” It’s dark again and so peaceful. I want to stay in the darkness. I want to be with mama and daddy again. Wait, I see Mama again. She’s lying on the ground with me against her chest. Blood is everywhere. Mama is bleeding from her throat. Baby me is bleeding from a wound on my chest. Where is Daddy?

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

Beta Mateo snapped, rushing to stop the lady. “Leave her, I want to see the brith mark.” Jake says, locking eyes with the lady. I watched the beta grumble but back down. The lady pulled the camisole up to her chest, revealing a dark crescent shaped mark just by her navel. She stared at Jake, eyes hopeful and excited. “This. Williams had this birth mark on his neck, it’s tiny and has-“ “Three dark dots around it.” Jake completed. “Do you believe me now? I’m your sister.”

She hugs that person tightly knowing only a motherly hug can soothe her pain. "Why am I so unlovable Mamoni?" Anupama asks Mausumi while staring at her with a tear-stained face. "You are not unlovable dear. They are not capable of loving such a sweet soul. But don't worry your Kakai and your Mamoni is always here to give you a lot of love. Also, your Dadabhai is coming back tomorrow from his business trip so don't cry. You know right how much he hates to see tears in your beautiful eyes." Mausumi tries to cheer Anupama before wiping the fallen tears from the weeping girl's face.

The only people Mia knew well here were probably Jensen, and if Jensen had not asked, they would not have come over. Ada got out of Kisa's arms and took the boy's hand. "Look, she is the ma'am I was telling you about. She is very nice, almost like my mommy." Blake appeared cool in front of people. He drew back his hand and said in a serious tone of voice, "Ma'am is ma'am, and mommy is mommy; how can a ma'am be like a mommy?" "Why can't a ma'am be like mommy? When Ma'am gets together with my daddy, she will be my mommy."

Too late. He tapped the screen with his little finger, opened FaceTime, and before I could snatch the iPad away, Mama’s face appeared on the screen. Hair perfect, red lipstick, gold earrings, and the expression of a woman always prepared to spoil her first grandchild before God had a chance to say no. “Mi bebé!” Mama cried. Aiden immediately shoved his face close to the screen until only his nose and blue eyes were visible. “Abuela, I want a race car!”

Her king sized bed was filled with different dresses for occasions. "Mom, you're home… it's just 2:59 pm." she barged into her mother's room with her teddy. Anamika sighed in relief. "Good thing you're here honey, Mooma is going on a date with Uncle Henry," Anamika giggled. Nadia's eyes lit up, "He's back?" She was a little excited and unhappy. "Yes, he just returned, but honey…" Anamika dragged Nadia to the bed, "Mummy cannot seem to find a nice dress. Could you please help me?" Anamika didn't forget that her daughter was just 4.

it's nice to not be the one in trouble now, the past weeks I been hearing it from my mother about being in jail for stupid things but it wasn't stupid if some bitches gon come and claim my man while I'm still around " what's up ma? -aint yal too serious? What's going on?" he asked still rubbing his head " you don't know what you did? -let me refresh your memory...who's the thot? the bitch? The slut?you was talking to last night?" mama asked yep she angry now it's clear,H raised his brow " the thot? I aint know no thot!" he argued " so Alexa is no thot? Then why disrespect her like that?" she asked