Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Mama talk I'm listening" I said with a mouthful of cereal "honey? I've been keeping track of your spending lately, I understand you're a grown woman but I can't help but worry about you, I hope you ain't dating one of this rich street boys" "Mom... stop" I drawled "no Andrea ain't gonna stop, yo girl bring me out of my mystery where are you getting money from? no a-list restaurant in Nevada will pay you up to twenty hundred dollars a day...hun? you how much I love you so tell me where your money is coming from"

I got to a street garden and sat on the bench there watching the busy street and cars speeding past the road. The rich and the poor are two people of different world, the poor are rejected, they has nothing to do with people like me, all I can do is admire their picture when I sees it.. Yes!!.. I've seen many of them especially the ladies all looking classic, wearing expensive jewel that could feed me for the rest of my life.. These are people who don't have to strain their self to get what to eat.. Mom is sick and can't be admitted to hospital because there isn't a dime left..

She already have a chest full with baby's cloth but this girl here helped ruin everything. "I'm sorry! She poisoned me with her mouth. She said I could get any amount I want while she gets Mashkur and the money. I was so caught up in the bubble she's been closing me in to think straight. Life was hard without money. My mother lost her job and we have nothing anymore!" Yamina wailed. The death of her father took a toll on them. She cried to her heart's fill before they started taking like civilised people. π°•°π°π°•π•°

At this point, I was starting to feel like the only responsible adult around here. “And now look at where we are? More than a hundred thousand dollars in debt, Mom! “ I exclaimed. “Not only that, our lives are on the line. We are completely fu cked, mom.” My mom looked at me with a sad look, she was just as sad as I was “Look Blair, I had the best intentions in mind. I planned to invest the money and then we no longer have to be poor and you can have a better life and don't have to work too,” she whispered.

I asked "They are the leader yet they let the poor suffer, ever since my mom lost her job, we have been suffering, my mom and the others that had suffered from the loss of their job wrote letters this Cade Callahan but he never replied, they waited for months and when there was no response they all gave up" he said sadly "Now my mom is sick and I don't know if she will survive or not"He said softly "Matthew come here, your mom,it's your mom!"a lady said as she yelled for the little boy

Ivan Judd continued babbling, "I know you're still young, you don't know what real hardship is. But I'm not like you. Kids who grow up poor have to grow up fast. I understand how hard your mom's life is way better than you do!" He stepped closer, spit flying as he talked. "You blew 128 thousand dollars with a tap of your finger just like that, but do you have any idea how hard your mom has to work for that kind of money? She's had to put on a smile, down drink after drink, and spend countless nights working till dawn.

We still got little money as our profit to get whatever was left off (the unwanted stuff) in the night Market. Mama still had money left after we would buy new crops for planting, she could still use that to buy some material at the store and make some dresses for herself. Everything was good enough, we still lived the somewhat comfortable life that I was used to growing up but after the whole thing with uncle Brady everything changed. We went from regular poor to really poor. We went from having little to having nothing at all. Our house was gone because we were late on rent a lot, food became nothing but a dream. We had nowhere to live so we roamed the streets all three of us. That was unt

“How are you feeling?” “Tired. But peaceful.” She studied my face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong—” “Don’t lie to your dying mother. You get this crease between your eyebrows when you’re worried.” She touched the spot gently. “What is it?” I told her about Richard’s offer. About the financial pressure. About feeling like we were failing before we’d even started. Mom listened without interrupting, her eyes never leaving my face. “Your father and I were poor when we got married,” she said finally. “Broke, actually. We lived in a one-room apartment with a bathroom down the hall that we shared with three other families.”

"Honestly, Caterina, I told him. Years ago. I told this man that everyone would all fall apart if he didn't let go of that damn ego of his and follow the right path. But did he listen? Of course not. Then he fell into debt, and almost used you in paying them. Lying, conniving bastard." "Mom!" "Don't you mom me, young lady. I told you to come stay with me, but you preferred the deadweight man, and now he has dragged you into this life of poverty with him." Mom scoffed, too annoyed and all red faced to even pick up her drink again. And this was another reason why I did not care about having lunch with her. We always ended up here. "We're not poor." Well, I wasn't. Dad was. "Oh, no?" Mom tilted