Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

The something in this case being my comment about not getting married. "WHAT IS THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT YOU NOT WANTING TO GET MARRIED? YOU'RE STILL GOING ON WITH THIS FOOLISH TALK? DON'T SAY THAT! YOU'LL SURELY GET MARRIED IN JESUS NAME!!" she barged into dad's study, pausing by the door, arms folded with a murderous look on her face. Meet Kelly Shirley Washington. My one and only dramatic queen mom. I honestly love her to bits but it's times like these that make me seriously consider selling her at the first auction I chance upon for the lowest bid.

"My money can fix it so don't mind it." Romana takes care of herself. Only a few people know that she is already at forty. She is more beautiful, smooth, tight-skinned, white, and sexy compared to her age. "That's why I want to stick to you, Mommy! I can get a lot of milk to you." Milk is for money. She no longer understood the man and gulped down the contents of her glass. She focused her eyes on the stage that was there. The music is slow and melodious. A man came out from the entrance of the stage wearing only briefs and a necktie.

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

My mom's name is Sara and she's a gorgeous brunette. She petite with nice boobs and a super cute butt. After my dad moved out mom started working out and running more. She also acquired some new sexy workout clothes. She looks hot in sports bras and yoga pants. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her. I see lots of hot girls on campus, but I had this thing for my mom. I wanted her more than any girl and I had to do something about it.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

It felt good to see that she was making an effort to do some things right. “I saw that earlier…” She was talking about the conference meeting playing on TV. “Yes, and I’ve been trying to reach her, but it’s not going through. I hope she’s okay.” Mrs. Carter sounded worried, rubbing her tummy. Her tummy was growing bigger each day, and now it was way bigger than a full Asian-grown watermelon. “She’ll be okay.” My mum assured her. “I thought we should celebrate.” She added. Mrs. Carter stared at her questioningly.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

Harper I can’t take my eyes off my momma. It is like seeing a new woman just off the catwalk or from a magazine cover for one of those mags that is like, oh, I don’t know – Homes & Gardens or something. She doesn’t seem to fit in a rehab center. “It’s really me, sweetheart. Come here, let me cuddle you,” Momma says. Damn even her voice sounds different. It’s not hoarse or brittle or angry anymore. It sounds soft and gentle, full of love.

"Believe what you want. It doesn't change the truth. And maybe I shouldn't have tried to explain myself to you. After all, it's not as if you're Mr Ashford's girlfriend or anything." Olivia's face flushed with humiliation. "At least I have a shot!" She leaned closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "As for you, hoping to be with Damien Ashford? Please, darling. Look at you. Twenty dollars t-shirt, worn out jeans, no makeup, no jewellery. You don't belong here, and you don't stand a chance." Melissa gazed remained steady, her tone calm but firm. "I couldn't care less about your opinion, Miss Hamilton. Perhaps you should focus on honing your skills instead of criticising a stranger's wardrob

"Mommy!" "Tab!"