Souma Mother Novels & Stories

She inquired what had happened. My name is Prince Justice Maclean, and I'm your son. Are you from the Indo-Pacific region? Yes, Mother. What is your name, Mum? She said, looking me in the eye and saying, "I am Dr. Mrs. Mumba." I'm familiar with your father; how is he doing?

Irena told Sara and Abby while hugging the girls and stroking her fingers through their long hair. Sara and Abby kept wanting to hold on to Irena. The two girls felt like they were hugging their mother and they realized the horror stories they heard about Irena weren’t true. Also, even though Irena was a beautiful businesswoman with Asian and French roots, Sara and Abby thought Irena kind of looked like their mom. Sara and Abby lost their mom in a car accident and hugging Irena made the girls feel like their mother never died.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

,Sonia was happy to at least see how her mother looks like,she then ran to hug her,while her mother returned the hug back. The woman continue,"my child you are a gift from the gods to the kingdom of akuna,you were born into their land to save them from the hands of what will befall them,the killings the crying,the suffering and punishment,the shouting and wailing in the kingdom of akuna,there shall be war,fire they shall take the people of akuna as slaves,many will die in the hands of the enemies,but you only shall be their saviour,well my dear it is time to go,and fight for your people, fight for your throne",she concluded. sonia cried hearing that was crying bitterly, holding her mother'

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

Sukoon closed her eyes, letting the fatigue wash over her, a deep sense of gratitude for her friend warming her heart. As the door clicked shut, a new presence entered the room – a woman with a serene expression, eyes filled with love. It was Soha . She moved closer to the bed, her gaze tenderly fixed on her daughter. Sukoon's eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile curved her lips upon seeing her mother. "Mom," she whispered, her voice laced with emotion. Soha's lips quivered into a smile, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Sukoon's forehead. "My dear Sukoon," she said, her voice carrying a mixture of relief and affection. "How you've worried us."

The other night mama had threatened to bring another wife for her son. "I would get my son a virgin bride if you can't fulfill your part in becoming pregnant for him. I know girls like you, you must have tricked him into believing that you are a saint." Mama said to Sarah. "That friend of yours, what's her name again?.... Mary! She looks like a homely girl from a nice family. And your possible replacement." Mama mocked Sarah more. "I love my husband mama and he knows everything about me." "Does he know that you are an ashawo (prostitute)?"