Oma Mama Novels & Stories

my mother replies as if she in her right mind. Adam and Jack both swear their outrage at my mother’s reasoning. “The Moon Goddess does not give children to parents who will abuse them. Using Jenna for her powers is abuse,” Adam says coldly as he pulls me into his embrace. I can feel the tension rolling over him as he holds his wolf back. Jake, his wolf, wants to rip my mother apart.

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

Mama nodded in affirmative. "Noooo Grandma, I like only golden morn." Mama’s nose twitched. "Golden morn, ke? Are you a tata? Cause only newly born babies eat golden morn." May laughed. Mama then raised her two hands like she was about to flap it like a chicken. "You need to swallow Eba. It makes you strong. That's what Grandma has been eating." Maryam laughed and Grandma laughed too. A figure entered the room, disrupting their giggles and Mama looked up at her son with disgust.

Mom paused and took a deep breath to calm down. "I don't want anything bad to happen to Amara.I don't want to lose Amara the same way I lost everyone I love so much.Amara is a good girl,even though she's not my flesh and blood.She's like a daughter to me and I love her.Please goddess save Amara from Fernando."Mother said few words prayer of safety. That was my wish too,for Amara to come back to me safe and sound.Amara is my freaking mate and I know my heart can't take it in case something happens to her, just anything.

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her

Answer Dewa with a slow voice but is full of pressure. "Then do not consider this old woman as your mama again." Mama immediately divert his views and sitting in the direction of the opposite direction. "Ma ...." Rajuk Dewa, his hands revoke his male arm, similar to the young child who is whining as to be candy. "If I were the father of the woman, I could have come to me and imagined marrying as a form of responsibility for having made the fall of his little girl just because of the bake." Maom said that he might divert the views and duties of his seat.

"Make up for what? Signor, you must've mistaken me for someone else." She set down her stethoscope and told him solemnly. "My name is Gianna. I'm an attending physician at Saint Maria Hospital in the free port. My parents died when I was young. I'm an orphan. I don't have any mafia boss parents, and I certainly don't know you." "That's not true! I..." Matteo broke into frantic shouting and tried to circle around the desk to embrace her. Gianna stepped back and pressed the red emergency button on the desk. A piercing alarm instantly echoed through the hallway.

"This one is lovely. Very feminine. Very soft. Perfect for after, when you're both relaxed and—" "I'd rather be stabbing something right now," I said under my breath. Mama heard me anyway. "Catarina Rose." "What? It's true. I would literally rather be in a knife fight than standing here discussing optimal positions for baby-making with my mother." The sales associate finally lost her composure and had to turn away, her hand pressed to her mouth. Mama just shook her head, but I saw the hint of a smile. "You're impossible." "I learned from the best."

she said, "was made in the village where I grew up." Inside was a small, carved wooden statue of a mother cradling her baby. The detail was exquisite. I ran my fingers over the grain of the wood. "It’s called umama," she said softly. "It’s meant to bring strength and clarity to women on their motherhood journey." I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Zanele. It’s… perfect." Then came Bella’s gift—still wrapped—thrown to me earlier with more anger than cheer. I peeled away the glossy red paper.

“What is your real name?” “Walk with me, Miss. I will lead you to your room and we will talk on the way,” Mama smiled at me. I returned the smile fondly and walked with her. She continued, “My name is Mamariahkutunda and before you ask, it has African roots. My dad was a doctor and he did some volunteer work in Africa. He met a very beautiful lady, cheated on my mum, and…” “Cheated on your mum!” I exclaimed. I was taken aback at once.