Yo Momma So Short Novels & Stories

Thankfully, Angela could already speak, and she believed that soon enough, Angela would tell her the answer herself. Coming back to her senses, Haley met Owen's gaze and softly said, "Angela doesn't understand what 'dad' means, so she called him the wrong name. But you should know what 'mommy' means. I'm not..." "Your mommy,” Owen finished for her. “Besides, don't you already have a mommy?" Haley asked quietly. Owen's eyes suddenly turned red. He bit his lower lip and replied stubbornly, "Even if I do, so what? I don't like her anyway. That selfish woman doesn't deserve to be my mommy!"

Mom said. “I’ll give a try. For a seconds.”

"Sir, yes, sir." They burst into giggles as the men groaned. "That's it. Get her out of here before I want to paddle all of you," Momma said from her spot at the kitchen island. She flicked a dish towel at us. Stabbed a finger at Ryker. "Ring. Finger. Two months. Or Momma steps in." "Si, Momma. Si," Ryker said. Momma's lips twitched before she got control and glared at him. A soft rush of Italian floated over the quiet room. She winked at me before turning back to the fridge she and Papa were trying to salvage.

Aunt Sienna’s annoying voice rang. “Melinda!” I screamed. “That’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. Melinda is rubbing off on you…” she paused and sniffled. “Please, do not become like her. If you begin to behave like Melinda I won't have anyone to exert my revenge on,” she cries, her voice overly dramatic. “Sienna leave my kids alone,” Mum yells from the kitchen. “They’re my kids too!” Aunt Sienna countered. “I gave birth to them!” Mum yells.

Do not mess with a latina woman. "Oh full name now,you are dead"I whisper tease "No one honey. It is...just..I mean.."dad says desperately seeking my help but I raise my hands in surrender. "Hi baby, I'm glad you are here. Come give mama a hug" she says with arms and I hug her. Today my mom looks different,for a forty five year woman she does look like a teenager. She literally slayed in the dress,you could think I am older than her. The blue dress hugs her body show off her curves and flat tummy and it was backless, don't even get me started on the heels.

Mom says without inflection. "Well, that's how we're going to be around here, too. When it's just the two of us, we'll be very affectionate towards each other, touching and hugging and feel no modesty whatsoever around each other." I'm trying to decide if I want to add anything else, when I remember the p**n video. "Mom, what video were you watching a few minutes ago?" "Oh, I don't know the name, something like Slutty Sorority Sisters." She says, very flustered that she can't answer my question.

"Ms. York, can you teach my mommy? Then she can make cookies that taste just as yummy as yours!" Those bright, trusting eyes were filled with nothing but reliance on Yasmin. That one sweet, innocent "Mommy" pierced me like a thousand tiny needles.

"Yayyyy i am the Dadddddddd" Tabby

Beside her, Mom slammed a glass onto the table. "Haven't you had enough? So what if you really scored over 1,350? That doesn't mean your life would be any better after university. If anything, it was better for you to get out into the world early and toughen up! "You were so shy when you were little. And now look at you, talking back and arguing with your own mother. Isn't that proof you needed to get out there?" I honestly couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth.

Mom added, gritting her lips in pain. "Mom, I never meant or said I didn't want Zendaya. Yes, of course, we will be getting married soon, but that doesn't mean you should be inviting her over without my consent. For god's sake, why would you always humiliate me whenever I'm trying to work things out with Yvonne?" I remarked, my eyebrows arching in fury and my pulse racing so hard that someone close to me could even hear the sound of it.