What Is Joe Mama Novels & Stories

he says. The world screeches to a stop. My head swings fast in his direction. “What? How’d you…?” “I reached out to her a while ago via email to invite her to the wedding. I wasn’t sure she got my message but I’m glad to see her now,” Joe says. Mom grins. “I never got the message but then again, I’ve never been a computer person.” “You did what? Joe!” I snap at her. Joe shrugs. “What babe? She’s your mother. She’s supposed to be here for your big day!”

A yearning smile appeared on Joe’s face, as if he was lost in an unforgettably beautiful memory. However, Kamaitachi was confused by his story. “Isn’t your father the lord of the Quintus family, Jakoda Quintus? Has he lived here before?” “I didn’t mean him.” Joe shook his head. “My father’s name is James Yard, an average migrant worker. He’s my real father.” Although Kamaitachi didn’t really understand what Joe meant, he didn’t get to the bottom of it because he was not the type to ask too many questions. He took another bite of his tomato and admittedly, the fruit was very sweet.

I know my mummy so well, so I understood that beneath her angry facade lies a worried businesswoman. "Malcolm Blake," I muttered. Perhaps, I should look him up. I tiptoed back to my seat. I picked up my phone and searched for the name. A picture of my look alike popped up. I was shocked at first. "He doesn't even act like a CEO," I mumbled. Then I recalled mummy's words. "CEOs are normal people. It is only the arrogant ones that act all high and mighty." "My lookalike is not arrogant," I mumbled, smiling.

His name was Joe; and when Juicy asked if he remembered Jassmina Robinson, his eyes lit up. "Oh, that sista looked just like Pam Greer! Of course I remember her." Juicy told him that she was her mother and Joe gave her a quick look, almost as if saying, 'how did you come from that?' Juicy resisted the urge to scowl and she explained that her mother was now a patient. Joe was honestly sorry to hear that and asked permission to stop by to pay her a visit.

“I know. But… there’s something else I need to tell you.” Joe looked at her with questioning eyes. “Mama is going to marry Mr. Damien.” Instantly, Joe’s face changed. His eyes widened in shock, his breath quickened. “WHAT?!” “Sweetheart, please listen—” “NO!” Joe screamed, his body shaking. “I don’t like Mr. Damien! He’s not my dad! I don’t want to live with him!” Shopia reached for his shoulders, but he pushed her away. “You can’t just replace Papa! Papa Hunter loves me! I want him! Not Damien!”

Paige grabbed her cup of juice and started drinking from it slowly. "Yes, if anyone wants to be my baby mama, it should be Paige" he said. Paige choked on her juice and started to cough heavily. "Are you alright?" Trisha asked, touching her back. She raised her head and stared at Nate. "There's no way I can become anyone's baby mama" she replied. "Come on Paige, you are the only one I can trust. Just carry my child since Quinn can't" Nate pleaded. "Hold on! Paige? Your baby mama? Now, you're making it seem like there's something going on between you two. Yesterday, you almost killed me just because I called her a sl*t now you are choosing her over Betsy to become your baby mama"

Mum said it in her usual emotionally blackmailing manner. “We'll be fine, mom!” I shouted. “You had better count it a privilege to save your family from penury,” Dad said. I felt disdain start to brew the more he spoke. “You're evil. All of you! If that's all you care about, why don't you tell Beth to get married to him?” “We have no choice,” Mr. Johnson retorted. “Take off the dress!” He ordered. My brows raised abruptly, and they closed in. “Are you fucking serious?”

He was always right, he just was born with it! Joe's character was like a strict mother, even with his friends, and he was the best at everything he did; he was even known for solving the problems of others; just like a mom, he cared for them without showing it, but in his strange way. Joe also had the ability to know what was going on in their minds without having them say a word. Just like your average mother! Everyone feared yet respected him. To Dean's lies, Joe, with his cold, emotionless face, replied, "Liar."

"Tam, George just has temporary amnesia. He doesn't remember you right now, but didn't you love playing with him? Why don't we wait a few days? Maybe his memory will come back." Mom scoffed loudly in my head. "What nonsense! In your past life, that little girl from the Rogers family tore your favorite bow. You barely said anything, yet George locked you outside. "You stood in the rain for so long you almost got sick. In the end, it was that Muller boy who came looking for you with an umbrella. He kept saying 'what a hassle', but still draped his coat over you." Hearing that, something in my chest tightened. I didn't understand why Mom kept talking about the "past life", but every word weighe

"Yeah . The night Laura and her family...my died in a planned hijacking , my grandmother was all sorts of angst. She was also against me marring Jen." " Then why have your parents and sisters killed ,but keep you alive ?" " I'm a combination of both my mother and father?" " I don't understand ?" "Joe James loved my mother at some point , before he built his somewhat clean empire. My mother was going through a rough patch at home with Laura's father . He was out all night and would sometimes leave before sunrise. Joe had an affinity for my mother and they both ended up in bed together a couple of times .Since it was a small town , they made sure no one knew ."