Ace Mom Novels & Stories

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.

I need to buy myself some time. Me: Adriana will want to get brunch, you know her. OBSESSED with mimosas. Mom: Haha, that’s true. I think she has a problem. Me: Yeah … She’s not the only one. My problem is a bit bigger, in fact. Mom: Stay safe, malyshka! Talk soon! Love you! Me: Love you, mamochka!

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

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.

Mom's and Rodney's reputations were totally destroyed. Mom was fired from her company, gossiped about by neighbors, and eventually evicted by her landlord for harming the community's atmosphere. The relatives who'd once fallen over themselves to curry favor with her now avoided them like the plague. On a stormy night, Mom and Rodney showed up outside my upscale apartment building. Through the glass door, the moment Mom saw me, she dropped to her knees. Then, she frantically slapped her own face, wailing with heartbreaking desperation.

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

Yes mom, how are you? Mom on the other side of call: Anjana tell me the truth what has happened with you? Anjana: Nothing mom, hiding her tears, but, with heavy voice. Mom: Anjana, Amreet has called me up and said so many things. You are my daughter, and I want to hear from you..