Yo Momma So Poor Novels & Stories

The phone in my hand fell to the ground. Mom was furious. She poked my head and screamed, “Are you out of your mind? Why would you insult yourself like that? I spent years cultivating you and sent you to learn countless courses, because I hope you would marry a rich man and get into wealthy family someday instead of messing with the loser! Tell me how many times have you dated that poor man? You can hook up with anyone, but not that’s kind of cheap person. How many times have I told you? It’s hard to get rid of the poor people!”

The video featured Elena and Hanson tangled up together. Hanson’s husky voice sounded abruptly, “How long do you want to play with that silly man?” Elena chuckled. Her cruel words echoed in my head as she spoke them. “If it weren’t for that between us, I would have never lasted this long. His mom’s sick. If he knew I was rich, he’d surely think up some way to ask me for money.” I was flabbergasted. So Elena knew that Mom was sick! She had seen all the texts I had sent asking to borrow some money, but she had chosen to ignore them.

"He is thirty-two and a perfect match for you. Why not accept the blind date?" "That's not a blind date, Mom. It's something else. And no, I don't want to." "Is this how you are going to stay forever?" she snapped. "You are barely earning enough for us to eat. This guy is a good guy, and I know it's going to work out. Just do it." Gave birth to me only for me to feed you, I thought bitterly. I hated my life. I had promised myself I would never give my own children this kind of existence; I'd rather never give birth at all than put a child through this poverty.

"Please don't do this to my daughter." "Where we're all this years when she was doing them in your presence?" Sharon looks down ashamed, and for the first time in her life, someone voices out the one thing that she had never been able to shake out of her head. "You should have been a better mom. It's too late." Sharon collapses into her chair, crying. It's too late. * That same morning, in another part of town, someone wakes up from his bed and rubs his eyes and then his head.

"Don't cry. It doesn't matter whose child it is. We'll manage, just as we always have. Understood?" "But how?" I countered; my voice tinged with desperation. "We don't have any money." Mom's gaze softened, a flicker of resolve igniting in her eyes. "I was penniless when I brought you into this world," she countered gently. "Your father, may he rest, wasn't the kindest soul, and after he passed, his pack members treated me with disdain. I had no one to turn to when you came into this world, but we made it through, didn't we? Look at the remarkable woman you've become. Your child will be just fine."

"Like how you understand being poor and being not as poor?" I stopped stirring. Turned to look at my son. He was examining the ammonite with the focused attention of a scientist, entirely unaware of the precision with which he had just dismantled something I hadn't known was standing. "Where did that come from?" I said carefully. He shrugged, still looking at the fossil. "Jaylen's mom says rich people don't understand poor people because they forgot. But you didn't forget. You still know how to fix things and make things and you don't waste stuff." He looked up. "That's like a superpower. Remembering both."

"You’re so slow, so damn content with being poor. If I were you, I’d demand money and connections for saving the Alpha's life. But no, all you do is smile like a fool and act grateful for the crumbs he throws your way." "Leave me alone, Yolanda!" My dad’s roar had shaken the walls. "All you ever talk about is money. Every cent I make goes straight to you to run the family; still, it’s not enough. Why aren’t you out there like your friends, running businesses and getting things done? If it weren’t for Jacob Campbell’s mother building their empire, do you think they’d have a damn thing today?" "Oh, please, spare me the motivational talk. You wouldn’t know a good opportunity if it slapped you i

My boyfriend's childhood friend had set her sights on the one keepsake my mother left me. She wheedled and needled at me for weeks, but I never gave in. A few months later, my boyfriend came to me again, saying his business had failed and left him buried in loan-shark debt. He said that if he couldn't pay it back, the collectors would cut off his limbs. To help him settle it, I handed over every cent I'd saved, even my mother's bracelet. That same night, while I was working at the club, I overheard a conversation in one of the private booths. "Eric, if it weren't for Donna's idea to have the rest of us play loan sharks and put on this whole act with you, there's no way your girlfriend

Mom nodded, "Just be careful, guys can be cunning most times, though I trust you, I know that you can't let yourself be deceived, and remember, pregnancy out of wedlock is not allowed in this house." I chuckled, "I know Mom, I won't let you and Dad down, I promise." "Is he rich?" She suddenly questioned me. I tried to detect if Dr. Raphael was rich or not, but I couldn't conclude, all I knew was that he could afford more things than we could. "I don't know." Was my reply to Mom. "Just remember that we're poor." She said and with that, she began to eat.

She said a little too loud pushing her hair back, "we don't have any money or anything! Everything is gone! The only thing we have left is this house, that's it!" "Wait mom what are you saying? What do you mean by bankrupt? Aren't you all like billionaires?" Billionaires? What does that mean? I've never heard of that term before. "Not anymore son," the man who looked like an older version of Dean said, "all our bank accounts have been emptied! All of them! All our money is gone!" "All of it?!" Dean asked in shock "Yes Dean all of it is gone!" His mom spoke, "there is nothing! Not even a single penny in our various bank accounts. You were our last hope but now it seems we don't have any hope