Si Mama Ko Novels & Stories

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

Upstairs. Moa and Koa clutched their chests, still reeling. “Brother, did you see that? Uncle Diego actually knows Mommy! We’re doomed! And why did Mommy say she’s our godmother?!” Koa frowned. “Mommy’s reaction was really weird. Let’s sneak downstairs and eavesdrop.” Moa blinked. “No way!” Koa calmed himself, lost in thought. Mommy had never looked that rattled before. Not even once.

I don’t know how but I know. Mama is cooing at me, “Katia, my beautiful daughter, you are so special. The goddess visited me when you lived in mama’s tummy and told me so. I love you so much, my precious baby.” It’s dark again and so peaceful. I want to stay in the darkness. I want to be with mama and daddy again. Wait, I see Mama again. She’s lying on the ground with me against her chest. Blood is everywhere. Mama is bleeding from her throat. Baby me is bleeding from a wound on my chest. Where is Daddy?

Not until I had fixed everything, and I planned to fix it all soon. I had already appeased everyone and myself by getting a Luna. Now, I just had to do all of the other things. I could just feel my heart warming up with joy already. “What did Samiya do?” I asked, trying not to frown. Aunt Mae’s eyes squeezed even further as she shoved a finger in my chest. “Not Samiya, you,” she paused to give me a look even more stern than the one she had now, before proceeding to poke my chest again, “You aren’t talking to her and giving her the answers that she needs and now she won’t stop bothering me. I have other duties in this pack other than babysitting and mate counseling, Zain,” she ended with a lo

I assured her, trying to convince myself as much as her. The moment we stepped inside, Marta was there, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "How did it go?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth and anticipation. Selena's eyes lit up, and she launched into a detailed account of the appointment, her voice filled with wonder as she described the baby's heartbeat and the doctor's reassurances.

With the way her body tightened, I knew that she was already close, and I fucked her harder. "I love you." She murmured between moans. "I love you too, Mama." After a few more strokes, I released my load inside of her, and she came shuddering with her own release a moment after.

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

|Chapter 04| Zaitelle Axis A day before Kester's 20th birthday, his mom, Mrs. Aqua Quiner called me for a talk. I'm quite perplexed and a little bit nervous because of her sudden invitation even though we were doing it since my childhood days. I don't know why there are too many changes in terms of interacting with them when in fact, I shouldn't act like this. "Nana, is this okay?" I ask her while putting a dress in front of my body and watch how it looks in me.

We gathered near them to see how dogs come out from their mama dog’s womb. The girl came back running holding a basket. The mama dog was crying, whimpering and grunting. “Hurry, the puppies are coming!” Miss Mata said. She immediately opened the covers of the basket and quickly brought out a bottle of water, small colored cloths and a small tea pot. “Put this there for a while.” She said as she handed me the tea pot. I placed it on the burning charcoal and counted five minutes. She was softly rubbing the belly of the dog while murmuring some words unfamiliar to us while purring drops of oil from the bottle I thought was water. The cry of the dog was slowly stopping after minutes and I gave