Ash's Mom's Name Novels & Stories

Miss Jane said. "Good morning Miss Jane" They chorused. All eyes turned to Ashley. "This is Ashley. She's a newbie, be nice to her" Miss Jane announced. "Hi Ashley" They chorused, waiting eagerly for her to respond. Ashley kept mute, she didn't utter a word. "Hey, say something" Miss Jane whispered in her ear. "I don't wish to" Ashley muttered. Miss Jane sighed. "She's a bit shy.... I hope you guys get along" "Make sure you make new friends princess" Her Dad said and turned to leave. She watched her dad walk out of the class. Her heart was racing, she won't be seeing her parents for months and it baffled her.

Inside the ward, the woman nodded with relief and asked, "By the way, where is your mother? Why isn't she with you?" Ash looked down; his tears fell onto the plastic sleeve covering the smiling photo of Eira and Skye on the blanket. His voice was barely audible. "My mother… she died." After thanking the kind couple, Ash ran back toward the hospital lobby clutching the precious blanket. He nearly collided with Skye, who was carrying his little dog. Skye's face twisted with contempt—his cheeks flushed, his brow knitting. "Get out of the way, you little bastard. Do you know how expensive this outfit is? Selling you wouldn't even cover the cost of dirtying them! Just like your dad—filthy scum."

asked Asher as he looked at the two people in front of him quizzically. "Sorry to disturb your morning, sir. We are underlings of Lady Harsha Zheyana Hoult, greeting the son of Marquess Addison." The two greeted simultaneously in a respectful manner. Asher was momentarily surprised to hear that they were subordinates of Mrs. Harsha, the biological mother of Valencia, aka Alexa. But the next second, Asher immediately controlled himself and looked back at the other person. "You two are direct subordinates of the late Mrs. Harsha?!" Asher asked again to make sure.

Killian had not so kindly asked her to sit somewhere else, and she had no other choice but to comply. " Tell me about your mother, if you don't mind " " Well, Mom is the owner of the company you are going to invest in. She is really sweet and beautiful, the best mother ever. " Alex said " And Your father? " " we've never met him. And Mum never wants to talk about him either " Asher replied taking a sip from his orange juice. He gave Killian a suspicious look " Why are you asking? I don't think it's any of your business "

Wierd right? Surprisingly, the consequences never came. Instead, her mother calls her full name - Nana Aisha Humaira - making her cringe. Anytime she calls her full name, it's either she's angry, or she wants to make her do something despicably and contemptibly all shades of wrong. It has to be something vile. "Look at me." Lash's mother says in a soft voice making Lash to tear her gaze to her mother. This is what she hates about her mother - she uses emotional blackmail, to make her do vile unsayable things.

She hid like dust under the table and I couldn't able to reach her. Her biological mother's name is Megha. And both mother-daughter loved each other a lot. But this happiness didn't last long in their life. Soon little Ashi lost her lovely mother, her mother always loved me as her own son. She was four when she lost her mother and she was very much broken. Over that few relatives start blaming her as bitch, a bad omen, and whatnot. I still remember one incident very clearly. That day I got a slap from my mother.

“Where am I?” “You’re caught between,” she said. “Between what they want you to forget… and what your blood will never allow you to lose.” Her words didn’t make sense. Yet they struck me with a kind of truth I couldn’t explain. “I don’t understand. Who are you?” She lifted her hand. “My name is Asha,” she said. “Your mother.” My breath caught. Mother? No. That couldn’t be. I didn’t remember her. Not even a fragment. My past had been stripped clean like paper torn to shreds. She wasn’t in any of it.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

“Yes, baby. It’s me.” Justine inhaled sharply, she felt herself tearing up a little. She hadn’t been anyone’s ‘baby’ in a long time. Not since she left home, not since she was forced to abandon high school, not since she was told she had brought shame upon the family.how they are ashamed to have her as a daughter “How did you get my number?” she asked, her voice was with some kind of skepticism m. Her mother sighed. “i had a little help from one of your social media pages, found the number there and I had to try to see if it was really you her

Asher cried even louder. This time, Mom did not respond to him at all. She didn't even look at him. "Asher is crying so badly. Are you happy now?"