Abdl Mommy Novels & Stories

I see the other Lunas nod as well. "That's true. No one is in control of what they are born as." She says. I ask her, "How does your mother feel about us?" She cheers up and smiles. "Mom doesn't mind. She accepts people as they are. But Momma Keya says that my mom is a 'Little' whatever that means." She shook her head, a slightly confused look on her face. "And that dad is a Dom." Oh damn, her parents are into that freaky shit like Dee and me? Alright now! Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. My mom, being done with her phone call, comments pissed. "Girl, your dad sounds like he needs to get an entire life! What's he gonna do when you start popping out pups? Which seems like it'll be sooner than

Xander was left speechless, not knowing what to say. Abigail's eyes filled with determination, and she said firmly, "You scolded me, so I'm going to tell my grandma. Let me tell you, even though I don't have a mom and dad, my grandma loves me very much, and she'll never let you or anyone else bully me."

Gail’s Writing Platform I launched a regional publication featuring stories of resilience and survival. The magazine became a voice for marginalized youth, bridging communities and providing educational resources for readers and contributors. Mother’s Garden Mother took up gardening, transforming a small backyard into a lush space. The garden became a meeting point for the family and neighbors, symbolizing growth, care, and nurturing, reflecting her ongoing influence on everyone around her. Abby’s Family Abby and Nomsa welcomed their first child. The household filled with joy and renewed purpose. Abby balanced business and fatherhood, learning new lessons in patience, love, and responsibilit

The more she thought about it, the more she found herself longing for him to be there with them. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching their room. Abeni's heart skipped a beat as she looked up, expecting to see Dmitry. Instead, it was her mother, who had been pacing in the waiting room. "I couldn't take it anymore," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to be with my baby girl." Abeni smiled as her mother went to sit next to Ada's bed, taking her hand in hers.

I beamed, my voice low yet edged with a dripping malice. Ivy turned to me, mouth agape, blinking innocently. Gosh, why do I have to take care of this little excuse of a baby. I couldn't give Ella the impression that I, after down talking her parenting skills, gave up after mere minutes with her daughter. “I'm all done auntie.” She said, her little arms flying in the air as if jumping for joy. Shd dropped the cutleries before turning to stare at me. “Can we go to Willie Wonks now, you promised remember? My mommy says only naughty people go back on their promises.”

' Me: 'She's still at the threatre" Mom: ' Oh God. Save my grandchild.' Me: Did I say there's something happening?, i said she's giving birth' Mom: 'You refused to let me down. You useless son of mine. ' I chuckled. Me: ' You can't come down. Ken's still out there looking for who to harm. " Mom: " I wish Aubrey comes up to stay with me" Me: "Aubrey has refused to do that, her no is a no. "

Anabel said, and she told her mom, “Thompson and his mom are here” “let them in,” her mom said, “Okay mom,” she said, and she quickly walked down to the doorstep, and opened the door for them, “welcome ma'am,” Anabel said, Thompson, how are you?“ she asked, and she ushered them Into the house, and they walked Into the house, and Anabel said, “make yourself comfortable on the sofas, “thank you, and where Is your mom?“ Mrs. Dakova asked, “she Is with dad In the bedroom” Anabel retorted,

That’s even more heartbreaking. “I’ve worked with a few cases like this,” she claims. “There aren’t many, of course. Some kids are mistreated, so they’re glad to have someone to call a parent. But in Abby’s case, she was loved. They were family to her. But she didn’t have a Mom—only a father and a grandmother. So, there’s a high chance she’ll let you in.” I nod again, relief exploding in my chest. I exchange a look with Rebecca and she smiles at me encouragingly. This is damn good news.

A few jeweries and they should be heading home. ‘’Thanks, mother’’ Anable hugs Mrs Alphia before walking out with her mother. Mrs. Alphia felt weird having been called mother by Anabel, she was doing all she could out of obligation, she could not show the world, and she would rather have Arielle only.