What Is Joe Mama Novels & Stories

Joe stood up, ready to move. “This way,” Kai said, leading them. “Kai, don’t tell me you are still single,” Joe said, laughing as they walked. “He’s wrapped around a woman’s finger now,” Ronan replied, giving Kai a side eye. “Oh shit, he got wrapped? Damn, I can’t be the only one without a mate or even a woman,” Joe said dramatically, making everyone laugh. Joe Night had always been the funny one among the three friends, yet ruthless like them as well. “I never knew you to turn soft over a girl that you can’t even torture her fake mother to get the answer you need,” Joe said, his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

We would have dinner together, cuddle, watch cheesy movies and of course, explore each other’s bodies, but he opened up to me a lot over the past month. Gradually, I learned about what happened to his wife Jane, Charissa’s mother. She had passed away from cancer when Charissa was only six years old, making Andrew a single parent. I learned that they met at uni, fell completely and madly in love, got married and started a family at a very young age. I learned that she bravely battled breast cancer for 3 years before tragically losing her fight. I saw the love and sorrow he held when talking about her. I could sense how deeply and strongly he felt for her, how much he cherished her, and how mu

Rosita. Riley stopped in his tracks on hearing this and swiftly turned her gaze to her mother's bed. "What is there to understand mum....?" she queried. "No, what do you... want me to understand? You want me to understand that a woman out of her jealousy, hunted down my family and killed my dad...? You want me to understand that someone out there is spying on us and wants my entire family wiped out....?" she mumbled amidst tears. Rosita and Lian stared at her speechless and devastated.

I said, looking out the window. Father refused to go to the uppity country club, but it was mother’s favorite lunch and gossip spot. They paid tens of thousands a year to belong to a damn snob club just so mother could have lunch there a few times a week. The food wasn't even great. I didn’t understand it, but there was a lot about the woman that was still mysterious to me. A few hours later I found myself half asleep, draped over my desk with work. “Hey boss, we’ve been at it awhile let’s take a break,” Mickey said, just as we heard some laughing outside.

"Herbie, help your mom! I'm your real mother!" Ella screamed loudly, hoping to garner sympathy, but no one stepped forward to help her. Then Herbie’s voice broke through, cold yet trembling, filled with painful emotion, "I don't have a mother! She died when I was five!" Herbie's quiet but firm voice silenced Ella and brought an eerie calm to the corridor. Ella froze, stunned by Herbie's declaration. It was as if Herbie’s words had snapped Ella out of a dark trance, finally making her realize the damage she'd caused. Without another word, Ella allowed herself to be led away by security.

She finished and wow. Just wow. This wasn’t even the full details and wow. Williams was a fucking monster, even his own son wasn’t spared from this. Jake has been through so much and that too at such a young age. It must have been hell living with a man that killed your mother and almost killed you. Now I understood why he challenged his father that day. I understand everything that happened did. Williams was a monster that didn’t deserve anything good. We were almost at the pack house now. “Who is Lola?” I asked just as we arrived at the house, walking into the place. Darla paused, turning to look at me, a sad smile on her face.

Mary probed reminding me of last weekend. “Yes, but how will that help us?” I asked, still confused about where she was getting at? “You dimwit, do you remember Ella spoke about introducing her then-boyfriend by the name of Joe something?” Momma replied irritably. That name actually rang a bell now. (Raising my eyebrow) I exclaimed, “Oh my God you’re right!!! He did work in her company, no wonder his name and face felt familiar! What are you thinking?” I curiously asked, my eyes dancing with excitement.

I had been afraid of this. "Joe's my uncle, I think," I said, trying to keep my tone light, casual. "So he's alive? I haven't met him." "No, he's dead," I replied, glancing at Nana. "Nana tends to forget that." "I do not!" she huffed, a little indignant. "Honey, one day you'll understand." I rolled my eyes but smiled at her. "Joe is my mother's older brother. My mother's family died in a car crash when she was six. They never found the bodies, but she was at school then, and Joe... Joe died later."

So I ask the most obvious of them. "Who is Amalia?" I bat my eyes innocently. "Didn't Enzo tell you? I am not surprised though, there was no love lost between them. Amalia is Domenico's mother and she is one twisted witch. Trust me, you don't want to meet her. And if Enzo suggests you take your child to her, your answer should be a resounding no." "Why is she so bad?" I prod, keeping my eyes on the road while Mr Phil takes the turn the GPS prompts him to.

I said. “Okay…” Joe said. He took a deep breath, then said, “William’s mom is the one who started those rumors about Mom…”