A Mothers Warmth Novels & Stories

Hmm it was too good to be true. “So you did know my mother?” “I did.” she said. There was no uncertainty in the way she said it. For a while, we both remained silent. But then I asked what needed to be asked. “What was she like?” The look on Mara’s face shifted instantly. Not sadness instead It was warmth. The type of warmth reserved for the person whom one loves very much. “Oh, she was lovingly troublesome.” I blinked. “What?” She smiled. “She was quite a handful.” I stared at her.

“That is the object-attachment check. You have a specific memory. The doubt would be floating.” “Okay,” Elise said. “Tell your sister and your cousins,” my mother said. “All of them. Today.” “I’m calling them right now,” Elise said. “One more thing,” my mother said. “The warm knowing. You’ve felt it since you were twelve.” “Yes,” Elise said. “When the manufactured doubt arrives — go back to the warmth,” my mother said. “Not to the mark’s expression. To the warmth itself. The thing that has always been there.” She paused. “The doubt can’t reach it. Only you can.”

She made use of her warm fingers. "You don't have to cry baby," Joanne said amidst wiping the tears of his face with her fingers. "Why are you so warm?" Jared asked amidst sniffing. "Am I?" she questioned back, still wiping the tears of his face. "Yes you are," he replied as he grabbed her wrist suddenly. It didn't feel so warm like her palm did. It was unusual. "I'm off to bed," Jared said standing to his feet. He chose to ignore the unusual warmness of his mother's warm palm. It couldn't be any big deal or could it?

' Fae feeling the strangely familiar warmth from the woman unconciously blurted a question in her head as she stared, mezmerized by the womans beauty and attractiveness. "Your heart is tainted." Came the soft voice of a woman as it reached to hold her raised baby hands, its warmth enveloped the baby. "As dark as the cloudy night." Followed suit her speech as she now held her face on which began to emit warm glow. "Blocked by an ice." "Unable to melt." "Dont worry im here." "To guide you from here." "Beside you, ill give you warmth." "To ease the coldness beneath." The woman just keep mumbling on somethings as it held her like she was the most precious thing, and stared directly towards her e

I admitted softly. His mother looked horrified. “You see? She’s starving.” Aiden looked tired suddenly. “I regret bringing her here.” “No you don’t,” I whispered. His eyes flicked toward me briefly. Warm. Dangerously warm. “No,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t.” The subtle look that followed made heat crawl slowly into my cheeks. His mother noticed immediately. “Oh, this is adorable.” “Mother,” Aiden warned. “What? Let me enjoy things.” But beneath the warmth and teasing, I kept noticing something else.

Well, not from what I can remember. “What do you mean, my mothers entered into her heat? She’s never had one before? Has she?” “Your mother only ever went through one heat before your father died, and he got Trinity to sedate her so that he couldn’t take advantage of her.” “So why would she enter one now?”

I don't know why, but I felt like if anyone of these two were beside me I would have felt better. I still remember how my mother used to take care of me when I got a fever during childhood. She would feed me with her hands, she would make me sleep on her lap, she wouldn't leave me alone even for a minute. I still can't forget how she used to cherish my hair when I slept on her lap. It's like her hands have some magic that makes me forget my illness by putting me to sleep as fast as possible. i can blindly trust my mom's hand made Rasam more than any tablets or tonics. her warm smile can make me feel the safest and strongest life alive on earth. and the next day i will be fine as if her magic

“Gerthel, I was able to use all my powers and energies, I am getting weak, but even if I die now, I will be happy. I killed the Luna before and now the Alpha of the Red Hill Pack. They deserved their death for making us live like hell.” Gerthel’s tears keeps flowing as she held her mother in her arms. “Momma, you need to be alive. We still have so many dreams to fulfill. Remember, we will still travel to other places when our harvest is good this year?” she uttered with grief while looking at her mother whose eyes are now closed and with her heart heaving for breath.

I went upstairs to my room to take that warm bath I was craving. My muscles relaxed when I entered the tub. It felt so good and my pores opened up. I closed my eyes and hummed a melody my mother used to hum when I was little and had nightmares. I could never forget it. It was sweet, slow and calming. I missed her so much. I did not want to cry however, the memory of her just brought about warm tears that stung my eyes and lingered at the brim before flowing down my cheeks. Mother meant so much to me and one selfish human being took her away. She was the light when everywhere was dark and I couldn’t find my way. Mother knew me so well and she was the only one that could care for me. She was m

It was warm, gentle, and alive. Mother's smile softened into something impossibly tender. (Your little one...) Her voice became almost a whisper. (...has never truly left your side.) The glowing spirit floated happily between Lucretius and me before gently brushing against my fingertips. Warmth immediately bloomed throughout my entire body. (He has been watching over both of you. He will continue to do so...) Mother's luminous gaze rested lovingly upon the tiny soul. (...until the day my precious grandchild is ready to be born into your arms once again._