Yo Momma Jokes Dark Novels & Stories

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

"Daddy, I kind of miss Mommy." Lucian frowned, realizing that the tight, suffocating weight in his chest was because he missed me. He picked Ryan up and asked gently, "How about we go home and find your mommy?" From the couch, Chloe pouted, still playing with her Barbie doll. "But we agreed to stay a whole month. Why go back after just one week?" Lucian's face showed hesitation. Then, Ryan burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "No! I want Mommy! I want her now!"

"You won’t. Promise. Just say yes." Silence stretched for a second. Then the defeat was won. "Fine. I can never refuse you." Excitement practically threw her out of the chair. A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Relax. We’re gonna get kicked out too." She pushed her short hair behind her ear dramatically. "Nobody would dare because I’m…" Eyes closed for effect. "The daughter of Doctor Sebastian." That sent both of us into laughter. Not long later, we were driving toward my apartment.

I retorted. "You're just jealous," he scoffed. "So, what are your plans now?" Dad added. "That's why I called you, isn't it because I need your help? Are you stupid, Dad, or do you have a mental illness? You don't understand!" I'm not really happy with his joke anymore. Dad just laughed at me. When it comes to Keatton and his life is in danger, I am ready to kill if necessary. Mommy Robert poked Dad. "Stop kidding, Daddy. You know Damon is seriously asking for help," Mom stared at me. He held my palm. "Damon, sweetie. Just calm down, okay?"

Dre asked sweetly from behind Joy, while fluttering his eyelashes for further effect. Joy’s jaw clenched in fury and the Alpha she wolf was only seconds away from murdering the bratty Beta. However, he suddenly flashed his phone screen with Lex written on it, towards her and warned, “If you hurt me, I will send your embarrassing videos to your mate. I am sure he will enjoy them all,” he threatened with a smug smile. “I knew eating dark chocolate affected babies during a pregnancy. Aunt Maelis (Dre’s mom) should not have eaten those while carrying you, only to give birth to the darkest soul ever,” Joy hissed.

If his aunt found out he was lying, would she stop liking him? At that moment, Avery began to hum a song softly. "Step into the shadows, fade into the dark..." It was a minor tune composed by her third brother, Keith. Unlike the typical "Good baby, quickly fall asleep in your mother's arms," this warm and loving motherly image, this song was different. It depicted a mother's longing, pain, and struggle to reunite with her child.

Amanda just let go of Darko's arm. That woman glanced sharply at Darko. "Your alibi. You perverted brain!" Amanda hissed. "Baby, look at your Daddy's behavior. He made you an excuse to torture Mommy." Amanda made a monologue while stroking her flat belly. "Baby, don't believe it. Your Mommy is reversing the truth. She made you an excuse to be spoiled with Daddy because your Mommy is too proud to admit it honestly," confided Darko. "Okay, I'll find another man to pamper," said Amanda casually.

Mom says, laughing. “After the second one, I don’t even care if Lorenzo confuses anything anymore, after all, what’s soap in your hair compared to a good cum shot…” My mother-in-law says and laughs. “Look at the madness! What a thing! Do you want to traumatize me? I'm going to start talking about bitching too! You bastards!” I say ordering the whole damn thing and continuing.” Let’s go in, we have a lot of things to do, and no talking about naughty things in front of me, crazy people!” I speak and they both come in laughing, it's each other in this life.

Madison nearly choked on her drink, and my mom covered her mouth as she let out a deep, amused chuckle. "This man really has a damn type, huh?" Madison snorted. "He’s like a walking punchline," I added, rolling my eyes. I texted Dom back: “My sister said the Chuckle Fuck sure has a type. Same thing you said.” A few dots appeared, then disappeared. Then reappeared. Dom: Lmao. She’s not wrong.