What Is Joe Mama Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? She's my mom!" The entire hall fell deathly silent. Joey froze, his voice cracking as he stared at the boy. "Did he just say... Mama?"

"Dada, come back. Joey misses Dada." "Soon, Joey, soon. You need to be a good boy while I'm not there, you hear?" "Yes, Dada!" "What is your mommy doing?" Joey was stunned. Then he looked down sadly. "No Mama… No…" He thought Jeremy was talking about Anya, but Joey did not want to see her as his mother since she would always scold and hit him. Jeremy rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What is your sissy doing?" Joey looked at Corinne with shiny eyes. "Auntie Sissy lying next to Joey! She good. Joey likes Auntie Sissy!"

Joe was in prison. He hadn't heard from Dolly. Had Dolly turned her back on him. Everyone else had. His mother was angry with him. His father was disappointed in him. They had big dreams of Joe being a professional football P-shift. His parent’s thought Dolly was nothing more than trailer park trash. Joe should have left her alone years ago. This garbage had destroyed his life. He would now be called a drug user. People in the city were already talking about him being a drug dealer. It was the fault of this trashy girl.

Third person POV "What's with all the favorites and stuff?" Mason suddenly asked, he has been quiet all this while, just listening to his son and wife talk, his face was neutral, and no one could gawk at what he was thinking, Nora immediately smiled "Nothing much, I'm just trying to get closer to my stepson and familiarize with him, knowing his favorites are part of it babe" Nora replied, she felt guilty for having such dirty thoughts and mind, but even though she felt guilty she was still damn aroused.

The father he longed for, apparently trapped in the black market, turned out to be nothing but a cruel illusion. The grief hit me so hard that I couldn't shed a single tear. Numb, I wandered with my son's ashes from ride to ride, letting him "play" as if he were still there. Night fell. I carried the ashes along the riverbank, lost in the quiet murmur of the water. Suddenly, a screen shot up from the center of the river, projecting a photo of Joe Masseria's sister-in-law, Sofia Rizzuto, and her son—along with a single line of text.

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

"You're about to walk into the lion's den." A confident chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm ready, Mom. Sienna Hamilton won't know what hit her." As Marjorie ended the call, a delicious sense of anticipation unfurled within her. She leaned back and fixed her eyes on the screen, ready to watch the spectacle unfold. She might be locked behind bars, but tonight, she felt more powerful than ever.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Joey loved the chair turning and that kept him busy, turning and turning and laughing. The door suddenly opened by someone Joey immediately recognized. He saw Jason and recalled him calling him fatherless on so many occasions. Jason walked in. "Hey...who are you?" Joey asked narrowing his eyes. "Oh little pumpkin, what are you doing here?" Jason asked back. "First, I'm Joey Clark Kween, I'm not a pumpkin, and second, you don't enter without knocking, my Momma told me that, it's mannerless to enter someone's privacies without knocking." Joey stated standing akimbo.