Oma Mama Novels & Stories

She was so dramatic. Ama beamed at me, her eyes glowing. “He’s my superhero.” My smile faltered. Just a little. Not enough for her to notice. He may have saved her from the fire… but who was going to save her from the kind of heartbreak he specialized in? “I like him, Mommy. I really do,” Ama said, hopping down from the bed and wrapping her arms around my waist. She tilted her face up to look at me. “And now that he’s my daddy, no one will call me a bastard again.”

I didn't need to respond to her words; my Mamma reaction said it all. "You can say whatever you want, Amanda. You can throw around any accusations you like, but never in your worthless life call my son wayward! You can't poke a bear and expect it not to bite back," Ma fired back, visibly aggravated. Amanda rose to her feet, advancing toward my Mamma.

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

Mama collapses in my arms as her blood pools on the dirt floor. “Damn it.” I press my fists to my stinging eyes, my mind reeling. I know how to deal with Mama’s moods, her quiet spells, her thinking things are out to get us. I know how to bandage scrapes and put poultices on bruises and swellings and snake bites. But this… There’s too much blood. “I can help you,” the Ama woman says. I lift my tearstained face. “What can you do? Are you a shaman? A witch?”

Uris greeted Mama happily. I guess I'm the only one who doesn't know what's going on around me before. "You look like Uzi," Mama replied cheerfully. "It really looks like Uzi, because he's Uzi's son," Papa replied to Mama. "Shut up, you're still have fault for me," Mama said annoyed. Mama pointed at me so they all looked at me. "Look at my son's face, the amount of wounds on his face, how can women like him ?!" annoyed Mama said to Papa.

She hates it. "Mama! No mama" she turned to look at her Baby who's making grabby hands towards her. "Mama! Don't go" he wiggles in her hold trying to get out of this. "Let her go baby, I will give you delicious foods. she's useless." Aaron Mother commanded him but he was Aaron’s child, so what if he's a Baby, he's a son of Aaron her strong mate he was more powerful than anyone in the room. Just because of his innocent mind and body he can't fight but he will not get affected by any other Aarons mother and grandmother except his fathe

“You can call us Mama and Papa already.” Napatitig ako kay Mrs. Vergara. Her looks always scream for elegance but it’s crystal clear that her elegance is just a cover up. She’s really an incredible mother figure. Hindi ko alam na nangilid na pala ang luha ko. Nakaka-trauma ang ganitong pakiramdam. I was doing fine earlier when she wasn’t yet here. Wala namang problema na nandito sila. Ako lang ang problema. Kahit sa mga simpleng bagay na ganito ay nagiging emosyonal ako basta naaalala ko si Mama.

Mama could sense their agitation and had to calm them down in the only way she knew how, a mother’s love albeit, firm love. Even Gael didn’t make a peep. An Alpha can be very possessive of his Luna and pups and even he was quiet; I don’t get it, but my mama is my rock, and it made me happy to know Gramma Cher was ready to fulfill her role as a loving positive force in my babies lives. After finding out my mama was a super empath and my children were controlling my emotions, it was time to return to the task at hand.

he looked at Maya face; he could see finger marks on her forearm. he held his throat that started aching from pain coming from his heart; he hit her; he hit her just like his father did once to his mother; that was the first and last time he saw them together; his mother had left the house the very next moment. the next thing he knew was his custody was given to his mother.