Precious Momma Mga Nobela at Kwento

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

For the first time, she was happy that her mother wasted money on food. "Ami...Aslamoalikum...." she greeted her mother as she hugged her from behind. "WalaikumSalam dear....look what I have made for you." Sadia smiled and she took out the fried kebabs. "Thank you Ami....Ami today I got my first payment....I am so happy....All thanks to Almighty God! He has blessed us with so many blessings." Nayyab took out the money from her purse and placed all the money on her mother's palm. Sadia looked at the money and then smiled thankfully. It was the first time that she held this much money in her hand. The money her daughter earned.....

Oh how much I missed her this past few days even though we've been talking on phone, I still missed her. " I see you've met your grand kids?. "Yes dear, and they are so adorable. You know Damien is so handsome I won't be surprised when we start having girls lined up our doors and Lisa she's already a beauty, and Emma, that munchkin is going to be a real beauty when she grows up. She rambled. Damien and Lisa who were standing behind her gave a shy smile. "Mum, You know they are behind you right?. "So? it's the truth. And people there's my mum always so straight forward.

“Xena! What kind of mother are you? You don’t even want to take care of your own child? If you can’t handle it, then get out of my house! “Seriously, what kind of useless woman did we let into this family?” Grumbling under her breath, Grandma rocked me in her arms, and I, of course, stopped crying right away. I shot Xena a smug smile, and she looked horrified. “Mom! She… she’s a monster!” Grandma frowned. “That’s your baby. How could she be a monster? Are you out of your mind?” I squinted, a satisfied grin spreading across my face, and then I closed my eyes dismissively as if to say, “You’ve lost this one.”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Mom replied as she fixed the white pearls around her neck. Upon hearing the entrance door opened, the three of us turned our heads at the door. “The Vergaras.” Dad mumbled. As I look at the entrance, I saw a young-looking woman wearing a purple halter dress with red roses showered all over it. She’s holding a purple purse full of diamonds which I bet, she got from the last auction held by the Queen Leona Moden herself. Why wouldn’t I know that? Mom got drunk and had been crying all night because of that. She arrived at the auction event late—late enough to be told by the guards that the place is already closing and the host had already left.

I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom mom : then me : I want someone to be genuine that's it I don't want anyother things mom : wow my baby girl is grownup now me : mom mom : its true sweety Rio : you always praise her mom : I'm praising you also rio rio : did you ever felt that your son is single here me : lol mom bring a mirror mom : why dear me : to show him that he is a parrot not a human rio : is there anywhere that parrots should be single

Lena nodded, but a tight knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Trina leaned closer. “You’re really into this guy, huh?” Lena froze. “What? No. I mean… it’s not about that. It’s about exposing the truth.” “Right. And the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous and keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you.”Trina said with a broad smile. Paying to heed to what she said,Lena handed her a phone. “Everything you need to know about your ‘brand’ is here. You’re now Katrina Devereaux, an up-and-coming designer who just relocated from Paris.”

"You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?" "Well, she is doing it for her own personal revenge against him. He did horrible things to her." She shivered slightly as she recalled. "And she would be needing money." With her being this close to me, I kissed her lips. "You see why I said you are amazing?" "You already started it. So it didn't take much for her to be found." I chuckled. "That reminds me, what did you do with my money, Mama?" "Charity." I could not help but laugh. "You went from, 'I don't want anything to do with your money' to spending and giving out at will."

"You two look unfamiliar. When did we send you invitations?" Ms. Yowley noticed their intimate interaction and swept a scrutinizing gaze over them. When she didn't react in an extreme way, Phillip tilted his head slightly. His expression was rather intriguing. "Good day, Ms. Yowley. I'm the heiress to Lipton Corporation, Yelena Lipton. Nice to meet you." This was the first time I had ever seen Yelena act in such a humble manner. It was a clear indication of just how high Ms. Yowley's status was.