Ace Mom Novels & Stories

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her

Mom Amour stared at the girl very fiercely, showing that she really didn't like what the child had done. “What's wrong with me, Mom? Why did Mom behave like this? What have I done," Amour said through tears, but was thoroughly ignored by the mother. For the woman who was no longer young, Amour's tears were of no use at all, actually making her even more disgusted with the girl herself. “Get out of my sight right now, you kid is useless!” the mommy chased away, turning her face away from Amour.

She tied her hair into a rough ponytail and sat opposite Zane. "I haven't eaten something like this before. Thanks" "I'll do anything for you" he said. "Besides, how about your mother? Is she well now?" Paige asked, digging into her chicken laps. Zane furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what Paige was talking about. "My mom? She's dead..like three years ago" he said. Paige stopped eating and raised her head to stare at him. "You..you told me that your mom was in the hospital and she needs treatment"

Turo said. My brow furrowed. What the what? "Do we have to implement said plans?" Nik asked. "I'm not going to put our time and effort into these plans if they're just mental exercises." Momma stood up, Amara in her arms. She walked over. "The winner of stage three will be the new boss of the Amatucci family." You could have heard a ghost sigh as quiet as the room got at Momma's statement. She smiled, hoisted Amara up a little higher. "I have grandbabies now. With more on the way. I'm also an old woman. With the babies here, I want to retire."

“Mommy forgets to eat a lot, so Cece always gets mad.” I smiled wryly. Of course. Nothing’s changed. Max picked up his ice cream again, then looked at me with wide eyes. “Mommy’s a genius, Daddy. Cece says Mommy could hack the Pentagon.” I chuckled, holding back laughter. “She said that?” Max nodded seriously. “Yeah! But Mommy says Cece’s just being dramatic.” I could picture Belva ranting while typing fast on her laptop, Clara sitting next to her rolling her eyes. I leaned forward a little. “At home, what does Mommy like to do?”

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

My chest fell and rose as my sadness quickly turned into anger. "Look, young lady,” Dad blurted. “You better not ruin this for me. Don't be so selfish! This is not all about you.” “Selfish? Dad, if there's anyone who's being selfish, it's you!” My dad seethed, and he opened his mouth to say something, but my mother interrupted him. “Darling, what about the company? We will be destroyed, and you don't even have a job yet because you're still in college. Your sister isn't making a lot. How will we survive?” Mum said it in her usual emotionally blackmailing manner.

Mom glanced at my phone screen, her tone casual as if she had only just remembered. "Oh, that money? I gave it to Sabrina." Sabrina finally looked up from her plate, her expression contemptuous. "That amount doesn't even cover basic dating expenses for me. I still have to ask Mom and Dad for money all the time, and you're acting like it's something worth bragging about." My fingers tightened around my phone. "That's your attitude after spending my money?"

"You're lying! I didn't steal any presents!" The words had just left my lips when Mom roared, "Claire Peterson!" She stormed toward me until she was standing in front of me. She grabbed my bloody arm and hissed, "How dare you talk back to Amanda and lie in front of everyone? You have utterly humiliated me, allowing everyone to ridicule me! I have no choice but to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." The pain should have been excruciating as Mom dug her fingers into my wounds. But I couldn't feel anything.

The news that Rodney had been given a serious disciplinary citation and was facing possible expulsion crushed Mom, so much so that she didn't contact me for an entire day. I thought she'd finally come to terms with reality. But the next day, a video went viral on the local TikTok feed. The footage showed Mom in tears, leveling a series of accusations. She claimed her daughter, a prestigious college student, had severed all ties after coming into a massive inheritance. Worse still, she accused me of suing her own kin and orchestrating a brutal assault that left Rodney hospitalized.