Souma Mother Novels & Stories

Grandma asked calmly. “Mother!!! Nunu!!! Stop calling me that!!! I’m nobody’s Mother; my son died a long time ago, and Nunu? That’s not even my name, I’m not Queen Nunu!!” Mother yelled on the verge of tears, “My mama is Roopa!! Queen Roopa! Not Nunu.” Mother hit her chest, “I’m Queen Roopa, not Queen Nunu!” Grandma shook her head with tears in her eyes, “Please don’t.”

“If I tell her now, she won’t believe it.” “I’m standing right here,” I said. “I can decide what I believe.” Sayora looked at me, grief shadowing her gaze. “You remind me so much of your mother,” she whispered. The word mother hit me like a stone dropped into water. I had never heard Sayora speak of her before. My heart raced. “You knew her?” Sayora rose slowly. “Yes. More than you know.” “What was she like?” Sayora smiled faintly, though her eyes were wet. “She was fierce and kind and full of light. And she loved you more than life itself.”

Both are rebellious, bold, and stubborn cold. "I am your mother-in-law, Lunaire Massoullève." Lunaire introduced herself with a playful smile while winking at her daughter, Sumire. "The name's Mort, mother." Slightly bowed, the hunk properly introduces and glances down at Sumire who couldn't meet his eyes. Her cheeks and ears burning red.

Kenzie couldn't understand why his father had drawn Alea's mother and written the word 'Mommy'. But ... it wasn't just because of that picture. When he saw Audrey, for some reason Kenzie felt a different feeling. He couldn't describe it. But he believes that Audrey is very similar to the woman in his dreams. Audrey who became his mother.

"My mama - Madam Dumont - made it with Priestess Qadira." I knew my mama's name carried a substantial weight in New Orleans, and I had hoped that it would make a difference with Sajida. By the grace of the Loa, it did. In fact, it did more than that. It sent her into a fit of joy. She held it in her grip tight, never to let it go.

The moan was one of pure ecstasy, and it only grew louder as I approached. The voice sounded familiar… I knew that voice anywhere. Fueled with rage, I pushed open the door. I caught Mom lying in bed. The back of her blouse was pushed up, exposing a patch of skin. Bryan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still on Mom’s back. Mom turned over and sat up. Her forehead was damp with sweat, and her cheeks flushed. She seemed flustered about seeing me.

I knew who she was. Umma. Samuari Diallo Moussa. My mother.

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

The woman shielding a baby—me. Then darkness swallowed everything. Sofia I gasped, collapsing to my knees. Theo caught me instantly, arms steadying me, voice laced with panic. “Sofia! Look at me. What happened? Sofia—” I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, shaking. “I saw her. My mother. Not Aunt Mara—my real mother. She was performing some kind of ritual—there were wolves, battles, blood—” Aunt Mara’s face crumpled. “She knew this day would come…”

Behind Salima, Gayatri stepped into view. Roman froze, recognising the familiarity between his mother and her. Salima turned. “Roman… this is my mother. Gayatri. Your grandmother.” She was smaller than he’d imagined, wrapped in a warm wool coat, her hair neatly pulled back, eyes sharp and observant. There was something quietly formidable about her—like she missed nothing, said little, and remembered everything. For a brief moment, Roman forgot how to breathe. His smile softened, surprise flickering. He bent to touch her feet in respect, then straightened and hugged her gently.