Ya Mama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

she shouted on my face. "I'm smart mom," I insisted. "Huh? Yes, you are smart. You are just smart!" mommy shouted. "I hope you don't just come out of my stomach! And nothing will put me on shame when people are around me, asking why my daughter so fat. Pwe! You know what I answered to them?" she asked. "We were conceived by a pig. You are a pig. A pig!" Maybe because I was so full of annoyance and self-embarrassment I threw my hand towards mommy's body so mommy was thrown to the floor.

Tazz said as he walked out from the place “Mommy, have you been loosing weight? I can see that you’re not eating well,” Tama sounded annoyed at her mom’s carelessness “No darling, mama has been a bit busy these days,” Mahira tried smiling for her doll “Mom, I’m so tired, the minute I get busy elsewhere, you decide to act naughty, okay I’ll come back tomorrow itself,” she spoke with a pout over her puffed up cheeks “Maasimom, why don’t you come here, we will all live together and have fun,” Little Tiger spoke excitedly

She saw us and quickly came over, her eyes warm and welcoming. As we settled in, I felt a little out of place, but Mother tugged at my hand. “Ah, you’re still so slim. Seriously, do you even get any fat?” I laughed nervously, “It must be my body type. I eat quite a lot.” Kayden, standing beside me, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Yes, Mom. She eats more than me, but too bad that it’s all for nothing.” I glared at him, “Whatever I eat turns into essence. I’m not like you, where everything turns into fat. Hmph.”

She stated, this time she wasn’t feeling nervous. “First I must commend your bravery. To disguise as a cook just to get to me. That’s impressive. I guess next time, I may have to get body guards who are not just big but also smart.” He chuckled. He took his first bite of the full chicken on the table, but couldn’t eat it because it was too spicy. “Do you love your meat this hot , or do you want to burn my tongue?” “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you don’t like too much pepper. “ she apologized , with her face bowed.

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

The happiness evident on their faces was undeniable. Asa stood up, brushing off the grass and dirt. "Alright, my little adventurer, time to head back." With a playful grunt, she hoisted Alfred onto her shoulders, his legs dangling on either side. "Mommy, put me down! I'm a big boy, I can walk by myself!" Alfred protested, his voice filled with mock indignation. She chuckled, "I know you can, but sometimes, your mama just wants to hold you close." Their shared laughter filled the air, painting a perfect moment.

"You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?" "Well, she is doing it for her own personal revenge against him. He did horrible things to her." She shivered slightly as she recalled. "And she would be needing money." With her being this close to me, I kissed her lips. "You see why I said you are amazing?" "You already started it. So it didn't take much for her to be found." I chuckled. "That reminds me, what did you do with my money, Mama?" "Charity." I could not help but laugh. "You went from, 'I don't want anything to do with your money' to spending and giving out at will."

"You underestimate the importance of your name, Mr Ashford. Just having your name appear in the headline is enough to generate millions of views." "Are you calling me a clickbait?" Sheepishly, Melissa touched her nose. "I prefer the term ‘Buzzworthiness’ as we say at BuzzFeed." She made another attempt to persuade him. "Just one story would help me support my family. Besides, since you already know nothing happened, it won't harm you in any way. Would you please—" "Don't spout nonsense," Damien snapped impatiently. "Delete those photos." What if his near panic attack was caught on camera?

Jamison said, but quickly closed her mouth when her husband sat up straight looking at her. Momma Nelson only smiled, shaking her head. “Mrs. Jamison, this isn't a meal that I cook daily. I cook like this on special occasions like celebrating your husband on his birthday. There was nothing healthy about anything I cooked today it wasn't my intentions. I am sure as his wife you will make sure he will go back to bland healthy food.” Momma Nelson said, looking Mrs. Jamison in the eyes with her brow raised. Wanting her to say something else slick out the mouth so she could read her again. “Oh and while we are talking freely, you seem to always want to bring up the fact that my family are plus si

The rare complement from her is so out of character, it takes a while for my brain to process her words. “Thanks Mia.” I smile, then, “what did you just call me?” “Porky. You know, cos you’re suddenly adding all this weight. I mean if your butt gets any larger, I doubt Ophelia’s will have your size in stock.” “You should really watch it.” Stacy, who had joined the conversation adds. “There’s a lady in my yoga class, she let herself go when her husband left her. Now hubby is dating a model and she looks like a whale. I couldn’t bear it if that became you.”