Sherry Big Momma's House Novels & Stories

" For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!] [I'm dying. Is the betting queen's pre-match ritual just chanting memes?] [And she wants the inheritance? She can't even tell the score from a meme song!] [Confirmed. Last time wasn't nerves. She really only knows that!] My father's face sank completely. Rage filled his eyes. "Sophie Bell, what exactly are you doing? "Are you publicly making a fool of me and the entire Foster family?" Marissa's face turned pale with fear. She rushed forward and grabbed Sophie.

"Hmmm ... Oh! Well, I'm not sure if it's good news or not now, but..." "But what?" I asked, wondering why she'd stopped speaking suddenly. Mom was staring past my shoulder and I turned my head to look. She could change the topic of conversation on a dime, more often than not without even realizing it, but making her stop talking entirely... "I think she's looking at you, Robert!" "What? Who?" I asked, a mere split second before I saw Shelly walking towards us. "Now that's a real woman," Mom decided, smiling as she took in the woman's long, toned legs, her surprisingly round hips and narrow waist, and decidedly large breasts. It didn't hurt that Shelly had bright blue eyes and thick golden ha

Sherry replied, “Mr. Dylan Edward, I’m here to deliver food to you.” She was impeccably dressed, and everything was in order. Dylan sensed her hidden agenda. Sherry entered as if she were a close friend and said, “Mr. Dylan Edward, I’ve been bothering you lately, but I have nothing to offer you in return. So, I’ve prepared some food as a small token of appreciation.” Dylan sneered inwardly, thinking, “Are you still pretending?” He observed as Sherry unveiled a heart-shaped egg from the box. “We cooked this egg in a heart-shaped mould. It was the only mould available, so... Mr. Dylan Edward, please don’t make a fuss about it.”

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

She asked and I remembered am supposed to greet her. "Oh sorry. Good morning the most beautiful woman in the whole world," I greeted and she smiled more broadly. "Morning sweet devil. So we're having visitors in minutes get ready," she announced moving out. "What visitors?" I asked, surprised at the news. "Just get dress," she urged before leaving. * I am so angry. Sharon and her family were the visitors. My dad and her's talked and they agreed that I engage Sharon that instant. I stood up and simply told them I won't try the shit.

The something in this case being my comment about not getting married. "WHAT IS THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT YOU NOT WANTING TO GET MARRIED? YOU'RE STILL GOING ON WITH THIS FOOLISH TALK? DON'T SAY THAT! YOU'LL SURELY GET MARRIED IN JESUS NAME!!" she barged into dad's study, pausing by the door, arms folded with a murderous look on her face. Meet Kelly Shirley Washington. My one and only dramatic queen mom. I honestly love her to bits but it's times like these that make me seriously consider selling her at the first auction I chance upon for the lowest bid.

She was in a state of shock and was only seeking in finding a way to return home. At the dinner table in the home, the entire family was seated in silence until Ben said, "Why did not you ask me over right away? My blood is boiling at the thought of someone hit you.” “Jenny! Wait!! Let me call my boss, and I will make her famous the way she desired. Her admirable performance will be featured on our channel, and I will unquestionably award her with an Oscar for it,” Monica said, grinding her teeth together as the fork in her hand poked the boil carrot, splitting it in half.

She dashed into the bathroom for a hasty shower, her mind racing with thoughts of her mother's deteriorating condition. After grabbing her bag, Rowan rushed out of the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She hailed a cab, her fingers tapping nervously against her leg as she anxiously considered her plea to David. Her mind replayed their wedding vows, the secrecy they had agreed upon, and the promises he had made. But now, faced with her mother's critical condition, she had no choice but to seek his help.

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

She wore a long black coat, emphasizing her beautiful legs as she stood ramrod straight. She was Sherry, Bryce's mother. Holly was slightly surprised to see her here, but she quickly greeted Sherry with a smile, "Mom." Sherry smiled elegantly and nodded at her. On the other hand, Samantha was stunned momentarily. She had wanted to throw a tantrum, but she quickly put on a smile instead when she noticed that it was Sherry. She yelled in surprise, "You're back, Aunt Sherry!" She walked briskly over, almost jogging, and hugged Sherry's waist, saying cutely, "I missed you so much! I was just telling my mom that it's your birthday soon.