A Wife And Mother Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“She talks back. But in my house, I don’t tolerate nonsense. She will learn respect.” Heads nodded. Some women laughed. One even clicked her tongue in sympathy, as if Mama were the victim. I stood a few feet away, pretending to be engrossed in adjusting my gele, but every word pierced me. My husband stood beside Mama, smiling politely, not once correcting her, not once defending me. The walk home was silent, my jaw clenched, while Mama hummed hymns in the front ,holding my husbands hands as if she were hus wife . My husband’s hand rested on his lap, twitching as if he wanted to reach for mine but couldn’t find the courage.

Sometimes sleep with her is like watching a Chinese movie, I know I should be enjoying it but I can't, because there's a big barrier, which happens to be space. " You got me mom" I give in and she comes out laughing " But don't you think, it's wrong to do this under dad's roof?" I question concern " And that's supposed to be coming from someone who was caught cheating last night on his matrimonial bed" she says " Mom, please, don't remind me. It was all Lifa's fault, she insisted we did it here" I inform " And you couldn't say no. You know, I prefer Lifa to Rieka any day. Atleast she is a werewolf, plus she is quite attractive, unlike that disgusting thing you call a wife....." Mom starts be

Kian said flatly until the moon Goddess appeared with another frightening-looking woman. "You're coming with me to the catacombs to serve out your punishment for your lies," the woman hissed and Kian frowned and slumped over. "But why mother," he groaned. The woman pulled on his ear and disappeared with the sulking vampire. I elbowed Violet and snickered as I pointed to the empty space mother and son disappeared from. She told me to stop as she giggled. I was very pleased with my lovely wife and my daughter. Her vampire mate was a kind soul and would treat her very well even though their future children would be oddly extraordinary. I glanced down at Violet and realized that she was holding

“But… what about Ryan’s mom? As far as I know, she was just a normal woman from a normal family. Nothing rich to pull you in.” He leaned back slightly, eyes distant. “Normal? She had the drive. Every time we were together, it was planning, thinking, scheming....the next move, the next money, the next empire. That’s the woman I wanted. The woman who made my blood boil, the woman who made my head ache. But your mom… she was all about love and laughing, cooking, creating a home. It was… very boring and tacky to be honest.” I flinched. “A fucking broken record,” he muttered, and I flinched again.

“Are you kidding? Do you know who she looks like? She looks like the idiot's ex. She was just like Laura. The sly smile, the regal presence, and inside, a black hole. We never had any connection; she never showed any love or affection. From the beginning, she made it clear that she wasn't marrying me because she loved me. It was a business arrangement, not a marriage. I wanted to divorce her many times, but there was always a clause, a team of lawyers, a rule in her father's will. In the end, I got tired and started to become the person you knew and doing what I did... And then I didn't care... I was ashamed to face your mother. I could have looked for her, but I knew I couldn't bear her con

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

Cameras clicked. "And none of this would be possible without the woman beside me," he continued, squeezing Astrid's hand. "My wife. My rock. Through it all, Astrid and her incredible mother have gone above and beyond by using Neurospark to stabilize our losses and set us on the path forward." Astrid smiled on cue, batting her lashes like the whole world was her stage. "And of course," Chase added, glancing toward his mother, "I owe my deepest gratitude to my mother, whose constant support has kept this family strong."

"I don't care how lovey-dovey you want to be, but sign the divorce papers first, or I'll sue both of you for adultery and killing your mother!" Rebecca turned to look at me hatefully and said through clenched teeth, "How can you be so cold and selfish, Hayden? Do our years of marriage mean nothing to you?"

“You handled yourself well today.” The words startled her. “Thank you,” she said. He glanced at her briefly. “My mother rarely approves of anyone.” “That doesn’t sound reassuring.” “It is,” Lucas replied quietly. When they reached the apartment, Amara paused at the door. “Lucas… why did you defend me?” He didn’t answer immediately. “Because you’re my wife,” he said finally. It wasn’t affection—but it wasn’t nothing. Later that night, Amara’s phone vibrated.