Mama Seeks Novels & Stories

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

“You know I don’t want another woman.” “Do you still love Mama?” Kyra asked. “No one can replace her,” said Luke. “Are you going to look for her?” Kyra asked. “How can I find her? We have no clue where she is,” said Luke. “You know that’s not impossible for Alpha, don’t you?” Kyra asked. “No matter where Mama is in the world, Alpha can see her.”

“I’ve done the tedious work for you. Anna of the Northern Clan is a clean slate so far. No hidden enemies within her own bloodline, just the ones she left behind. I’m thorough, Maureen, you should know that by now.” “You really should enroll with the CIA, Mama, you’re a pure savage,” Maureen teased, standing up from the bed. “I’ll drink to that,” Mama replied with a sharp nod. “I’m thirsty too. My throat is singing a melody of dryness just talking about all this,” Maureen said, smoothing out her dress. “Go get the oldest wine we've got from the wine cellar . I’m not settling for anything bottled in this century,” Mama Eunice said as Maureen walked toward the door. “And don’t keep me waiting,

I stepped out of my chamber to find Kael and Sara wandering about, their voices echoing as they called for Aurelia. "Mom!!!" I happened to to appear and their look wasn't satisfactory to see me. “Where’s Mama?” Kael asked, brows knit together in worry. I crouched to their level, softening my voice. “Your mother had to go take care of something important. She’ll be back soon.” "I want Mama!!" Kael cried and I carried him on my lap. "Hey! Lil buddy, Mama will be back soon, today is the day you will spend with daddy! Alright?" I smiled at him.

“So what do you want me to think?” Ara whipped around with a grin. “You are wrong about me. I’m absolutely fine, and we’re not hiding anything.” I examined her face, her forced smile, and shook my head, my nostrils flaring. “You’re my sister, Ara.” “Okay, you caught us,” Mama finally gave up. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Your papa is looking for a suitor for Ara.” “What?” Ara didn’t speak. I licked my lips and pulled my brows deeper. “But she can choose whoever she wants.”

“Look, Mama, see? Here’s food. Eat some and get your strength back.” Eyes closed, Mama sniffs the fish and shakes her head. “I don’t need fish, Luna love,” she wheezes. “It can’t help me. I’m afraid this is it for me.” Her voice comes out in a gurgle. Claw marks crisscross her body, and blood seeps from the jagged tears in her skin. Don’t die on me. Please don’t die. I’ll be all alone out here. My head whips around as I search for something to staunch the blood oozing from Mama’s side. As I search, I swat at the blood-sucking insects attempting to make a meal out of me.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

It will be crazy to go from pack to pack looking for a home that has wild lantanas growing out back but I was never normal anyway and even if it takes me years, I will not give up until I find my mother. Logan doing this with me was a smart move. He was able to pull a few strings because of his status and got us into half of the packs we scoured on the first day. My mother was an Omega and Logan and I showed her picture to the oldest Omegas around, asking if anyone has seen her. At every house where we were told the oldest Omegas resided, I made sure to check the back of these houses while Logan asked the questions but there was no sight of my mother or wild Lantanas anywhere. By the end of

Malcolm pulled me into his arms, consoling me. “You saw how she left without sparing me a glance, I failed as a mother.” tears streamed down my face. MIRANDA I’ve been sitting in my room throughout the day. Ever since we moved to Colorado, Mum hasn’t made an attempt to register me in any school. She keeps saying she has to check and know if the place is safe for me. Honestly, I’ve become tired of constantly asking her to put me in school. I have taken to educating myself through the Internet. While surfing through youtube, looking for an online class for kids my age, I felt thirsty and reached out to the water jug in my room to pour myself a glass of water. I realized that it was empty. I ro