Ace Mom Novels & Stories

“I want to stock up on Snickers, Chips Ahoy and maybe some M&M’s. You know, melts in your mouth, not in your hands.” “Good choice, honey,” Mrs. Montemayor says. “Those will bring you luck because M&M is also our family monogram. Get it? Montemayor.” The mother winks at her daughter and freezes her face like an emoji. Grace groans loudly and Kate and Mikaela laugh. “Yep. You’ve still got the monopoly on mom jokes,” Grace says, shaking her head.

She hates flying. “Thanks, momma, for coming.” I told her after giving her a giant hug. My mom gives the best hugs. Maybe because she’s so soft and big. Although if I tell her that, she’ll probably whoop my ass. But who wouldn’t be a bit bigger if they could eat her cooking every day? Momma always says she’s not fat, just curvy. But her doctor told her last month she needed to stop putting so much salt in her food or she’d be at risk for a heart attack.

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.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

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.

"Mom, my mother died terribly. On the day she gave birth to me, they pushed her off Smoke Cliff. Her body was never found, and the raging river below swept her away. She had just given birth and was pushed into the abyss, all for the formula she had. Mom, they aren’t human. They are all beasts." Pamela felt heartbroken listening to her and couldn’t hold back her tears. She reached out to gently stroke her daughter’s face. "Amanda, don’t be sad. Karma will catch up to them, and they will face the consequences. But we, Amanda, will have happiness from now on." Amanda smiled and nodded. "Mom, we will get more and more happiness from now on." Pamela smiled back and nodded. "Mm! I made your favor

Aunt Sienna’s annoying voice rang. “Melinda!” I screamed. “That’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. Melinda is rubbing off on you…” she paused and sniffled. “Please, do not become like her. If you begin to behave like Melinda I won't have anyone to exert my revenge on,” she cries, her voice overly dramatic. “Sienna leave my kids alone,” Mum yells from the kitchen. “They’re my kids too!” Aunt Sienna countered. “I gave birth to them!” Mum yells.

“They all look like smil‌es at thi‌s​ age.” ‌“Let me have​ this, Mo​m.‍” I laughed⁠. “Okay⁠. She smile⁠d‌. It was beaut‍iful and perfect and definit‌e‍ly not ga‍s.” “⁠Thank yo⁠u.” W‍atching A‌ma​ra navigate m⁠otherhood from six⁠ th‌o⁠usand miles away is h⁠ard. But we make it work.