Precious Momma Novels & Stories

My mother says I'm brilliant with designs and have a real eye. My mother is the best. She is on every committee and still has time to run her own beauty business. Beauty with Kindness. Mom, known as Ellie to her friends is a firm believer in providing beauty at affordable pricing, no testing on animals and one-hundred percent sustainability. She is her own empire and met my father when she was a kid too. A bit like Liam and I.

"Silver Cross Pack is not interested in working with a fraudulent individual like you. In summary, you're attempting to sell me these fabrics at prices that are twice as high as those available on the market. “How can a lady who has spent her entire life in poverty recognize the value of premium things? Where is Alpha Aleena? I need to talk with her.” “Sure,” I mind-linked Mom, asking if she could spare some time and come to the living room. I couldn’t help but feel awful for him because I was sending him politely and without any injury, but I doubt that would be the case now. Mom and I might be pole apart, but just like Frederick, she always had my back.

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.

“And you must be—” “I’m her stepmother,” Ericka cut in. “Ohhh,” Margarette said, eyes widening. “So you’re the so-called witch—I mean, stepmom—of my bestie. You actually look nice, though. Nice to meet you!” She even leaned in for a polite cheek kiss. I chose to ignore the comment. “That food’s for Ericka, right? It looks amazing. Can I have some—” “Margarette!” Ericka snapped. “What? I just want to try Tita’s cooking.”

He was surprised, wondering what was giving this little girl such courage. "Hm, I see. So tell me, what will I gain if I agree to marry your mother?" "You will gain a lot of things, Mr. Handsome. My Mommy is a really kind and warm person. But she's also brave, independent, confident, very intelligent, and smart!" "And oh, did I forget to add?... She's very beautiful, just like me! If you set your eyes on her, I promise, you won't be able to look away!"

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.