Precious Momma Novels & Stories

"Dad, I'm used to no one loving me. So if you were just a little nicer to me, I would've been really happy." Mom couldn't take it anymore. She dropped next to my bed and cried. "Talia, what do you want to eat? I'll go get it right now." Dad looked shaken. "Talia, we have money. Just say it. If you want the moon, I'll get it for you." They started listing stuff. Fancy sports cars. Some super expensive necklace from an auction. A huge house in the mountains. If I just nodded, they'd bring it all.

I watched the dress in Rose’s hands and felt something break inside me. That dress had been mine once—kept wrapped in tissue in the back of my closet. It was one of my last connections to Mom. Rose smirked as if she’d stolen the last piece of me. She twirled, making sure everyone saw the fabric catching light. “You should be grateful, sister,” she said, sweet as poison. “After all, Dad said I could have anything I wanted.”

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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.....

,Precious muttered. "Okay i just called to check on you if everything is okay", Her mom said. " And if you need money just call okay, even if is the last i got you know i will always give to you don't just cause trouble in school using boys to get money, don't go back to your old self",Her mom said. Precious rolled her eyes. "Don't even think of rolling your eyes when am talking", Her mom said. She made a loud groan and fall her back on the bed," Argh...fine mom",Precious said as the door opened and Sean came in. "Mom i got to go, call you back later", She said.

She didn't know why she felt such strong feelings about the color orange. Maybe it was because of how her mom used to dress the table in orange-colored clothes. Or maybe it was because of how many times her mother told her "no matter where you are you will always be my precious little girl." Kulture still remembered that moment like it was yesterday. Her mom had come to pick her up from school on her tenth birthday as a present because they could not afford her any. She did not mind, in fact, it was the best birthday ever because she had played with her mom on their way back. Another chance for her and her mother has never presented itself again because Mercy had to become very sick and all

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.”

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."