Story Of Momo Novels & Stories

I chuckled humorlessly, rubbing my temple as a sharp pain zipped in my head. "Must've forgotten." Mom frowned, "The best warriors come from the Night Walker pack. They send the warriors all over to help packs and fight rogues." Mom sounded so excited, so wistful. "I was one of their warriors once." Mom nodded proudly, a grin on her face as my eyes widened in surprise. "You?" I was speechless, "A warrior?" "I was." Mom grinned, "Not one of the best, but I was still a warrior. That's how I met your Dad."

Morekish sang. “Yes, More, you are correct.” “But mom, why…?” “More allow me to finish my story or I won’t tell again.” More almost passed out. “No, mom,” he exclaimed like a kid who just saw a Halloween ghost, “please, don’t stop.” His mom was pleased. “I was once part of the Mountain pack.”

Ares answers, as Mummo and Mum stand up and move closer, both seem curious about what Ares is talking about. "What fountains? Where did you hear that? Who is your mother?" Mummo’s eyes grow wide as she looks to Mum, who shrugs, looking baffled. "I don't know any of the details of the fountains, but I do know I'm meant to keep them safe until they're found by their masters. My mother is Min-Ji Hyun, she told me it’s from a vision she had a long time ago," Ares answers while wiping his hands on a towel, before starting more bungeoppang.

Mom voices nonchalantly. My mom happens to be the only daughter of a vampire elder, who was banished from her tribe, when it was found out that she got pregnant out of weird luck for the Alpha of a werewolf pack, by name FARKAS. Mom then moved on to become one of the best, if not the best psychologist in the country. Mom is a smart, charming, chubby woman, but for some reason she's still very much single. " The last time, I checked I lived here alone" I grumble " It seems I shouldn't have given you my spare keys"

my mummo answers while kissing my forehead making me nod my head. “What did Da mean when he said you were a goddess?” I ask quietly, trying to avoid using my voice more than necessary, not wanting to be in more pain. “He should have kept his mouth shut; my mother was the original Moon Goddess Selene, creator of Lycans and vampires, I took her place a few millennia ago. Your father is among the first generation of Lycans as is my closest friend Helena, we grew up together as girls while I was groomed to take my mother’s place,” Mummo explains as simply as she can, while I lay there completely stunned.

“Why. Because I had to. I grew up with only maids around me, and I didn’t like their cooking. My mom wasn’t there… so I learned on my own. To survive.” I fell silent. Until now, I still wondered why his mother wasn’t around. What happened? Did she die? Did she leave for another man? “She has her own family now,” he said suddenly. I blinked. Was he reading my mind? Before I could respond, I noticed the maids gathered by the kitchen door, grinning from ear to ear as they watched us. “Yes?” I asked. They giggled. “Nothing, Ma’am Charlene. Please, don’t mind us. Pretend we’re not here.”

Mom looked away, blushing. "Tell me I'm lying, though," she said after clearing her throat, turning back to quarrel with her man. "Because if you say you weren't a little rebel, then how would you explain meeting Peyton?" Boraxip's eyes widened, and so did his smile. "Tiny, did you not just say that?" Boraxip said, laughing. "Meeting Peyton was a...coincidence?" "A coincidence in a place like that?" Monde said, smirking, clearly siding with my mom. "I think the fuck not."

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.

My cheek was stinging with pain, and my ear was ringing. The durian rolled out of my hand and fell to the floor. I covered my face and stared at the woman who had given birth to me, Rosemary. She had slapped me with all her strength. I could even taste blood at the corner of my mouth. My voice trembled as I asked, “Mom, what did you do that for?” I had moved out to avoid disturbing my sister-in-law, Lily, during her pregnancy.

Thinking fast, she blurted out, “Koa, Koa—when is your mom coming to pick you up and take you back to Cordavia?” Koa & Moa: “???” ‘Mommy, what are you saying? We don’t understand a single word.’ Koa blinked in confusion but quickly caught on. He gently squeezed Moa’s hand. “I’m not sure either.” Moa: “Huh? Oh! Right, right! We don’t know when Mommy’s coming to get us!” Nash raised a brow. “Didn’t you say your names were Koko and Momo?” Briella: ‘What the hell are you talking about?’