Ace Mom Novels & Stories

Four years passed. ~"You might have a mom, she might be the bomb But ain't nobody got a mom like mine Her love's 'til the end, she's my best friend Ain't nobody got a mom like mine" ~ Dancing to the tune of "Mom" by Meghan Trainor, the children danced in simple steps to appreciate their mommies on Mother's Day. This was a gathering that Amara had organized for the mothers in their family and close friends.

He said. Hearing him said that, Mrs. Charmaine's eyes turned outrageously red. His statement pissed her off and irritated her. She raised her eyebrows in anger and yelled. "If you are in my shoe, will you be happy again after losing a darling husband and two children on the same day?!" She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. She lowered her voice. "It would be better if my children are dead. I would have wept maybe till I lose vision. But there are lost, not dead. How will I overcome the trauma?"

What the hell ? “Oh my God !!! You are soooooo pretty !!!!” my Mom- the great Alpha Zoe Stone screamed in her sing song voice like a fan girl and if Aunt Nyssa’s hugs spelt death then Mom’s were enough to kill you for ten lifetimes- not exaggerating. I repeat. I am NOT exaggerating.

“You will never replace our mom. Never. No one can replace her!” Charlene remained silent, drenched, trembling, but still standing. “I know,” she said softly. The kids were surprised. “I will never try to replace your mom,” she continued, struggling to control her voice. “I’m only here because I know you need someone. So I hope—” “No.” Wency interrupted. “We don’t need you here,” she said coldly. “No one needs you here. You should go, Charlene. Because you have no idea what we can do if you stay longer.”

“Mom guilt? It sounds like the only thing you don’t feel guilty about is turning me down.” “That’s right. Not an ounce of guilt about that.” I said, turning my head and facing Cas with a big smile. He just rolled his eyes at me, and I turned back. “Mom guilt is when you feel guilty for not being there enough, and when you are there, you feel guilty for not doing enough with them. For working too much, not buying enough toys, or too many toys. For saying no or not being strict enough. It’s doubting yourself and feeling like a failure because you want to be the best mom there is.”

Suddenly mom's name is Jenniffer and Dad's name is Steven. And Zac's mom is Amanda.The preternaturally beautiful Amanda. "Violence is never the answer,Amanda,"I winked at her.That only seemed to irritate her further.Isn't that what Gandhi said?" "I'm surprised you enough know who Gandhi is because if you asked me your mental capacity is similar to that of a gold fish," She sneered.

We get out of the truck and climb the steps, where aunt Melike is already waiting for us with a knowing smile on her face. "You finally came back, my girl. Your dad is climbing the walls, arguing all the time with your grandpa, of course, when your mom isn't around. We both know the man isn't stupid; he knows what awaits him if his kitten finds out." I shake my head and let out a small laugh at her comment. "That man has something I don't like." We hear mom's voice as we get closer to the living room. "Who is your mom referring to?" Alex asks with a frown.

Dad stood up, and stated, “This is the last time I’ll visit you. I won’t be coming again.” He then hung up the intercom. He turned and walked toward the exit. Mom threw her receiver and stood up, pounding the glass with both hands. “Howard Stone, don’t you dare leave! Give Bella back to me! Give my son back to me!” A guard stepped forward and pressed her hands against Mom’s shoulders. “Inmate 1043. Sit down and control yourself.” Mom struggled. Then, she turned her head and looked toward the corner of the visitation room. Bella and I were standing there.

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

] [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.