Aunt Meg Novels & Stories

And the happiest man in the world. Not even if Victoria announced that she was moving in with them would he be able to feel anything but completely and intensely grateful and happy. - Auntie has arrived! – a low, excited voice sang as soon as the door to the hospital room opened, revealing Megan and Devon, each carrying a huge bag with the emblem of Missy's favorite baby supply store – Oh, they are even more beautiful than that! closer than in the nursery... - Megan whispered a compliment, as she quickly approached the two, with her hands on her chest as she admired her nephews, fascinated.

She'd had that natural maternal instinct, that gentle touch that could soothe anyone. I had blood on my hands literally and figuratively and a six-month-old who needed tenderness I wasn't sure I possessed. "Maybe she's sick?" Mrs. Ciro suggested from the doorway. "Should I call Dr. Martinez?" "She's not sick." The pediatrician had seen her just last week. "She's..." I struggled for the words. How did you explain to an elderly housekeeper that your daughter seemed to sense the darkness that surrounded her father? That even at six months old, she somehow knew she was being raised by a monster?

“You deserved that for laying your hands on Emma! Let’s see if you dare do it again!” A trace of hesitation flashed across Mom’s face. She was just about to help me up when Emma’s sobbing drew her attention away. “Auntie, maybe I should leave. As long as I’m here, everyone will just be unhappy.”

In my first year out of college, my mother sues me over the 60 dollars a month I give her for living expenses. In court, she breaks down in tears. "She only gives me 60 dollars a month! And she makes me check in every single day before she'll hand over that day's money! "I raised her and her brother all on my own. I gave everything I had to put her through college. How can she do this to me?" Her lawyer submits printed copies of our text conversations as proof. The judge frowns as he reads through them, then passes them to me. "Defendant, are these messages authentic?" I nod calmly. "They are." The gallery erupts in whispers, people calling me ungrateful and a terrible daughter. Then,

And I’ll stick to this quote for the rest of my life. I took out my books as I still had time, it was 7:30AM now, which means I still had half an hour left. While I was sitting, I heard my mother talking to someone, I peeped out from the door and guess who it was? My most sweetly annoying aunt! Aunt Annie. A woman about 56 years old. She had slightly white hair which she dyed every other day. A wrinkled face that always showed some kind of jealousy. But most importantly, the sweetest tone when she spoke to anyone which covered all her bitterness at once.

"How's the knee?" Before I could answer, a warm voice called from the doorway. "There's my favorite nephew!" Aunt Margot swept into the room like a welcome summer breeze in a mausoleum. At sixty-two, she was the only Kingston who seemed to enjoy life. Her silver hair was shorter than the last time I had seen her, cut in a stylish bob that suited her artistic personality. "You can't say that when we're all here, Kat," Knox pointed out, but he was smiling.

For a moment, I thought she was going to hit me. Aunt Meghan turned to her husband, who had said nothing throughout her rant, "I told you we should have let the mutts go through it alone. Maybe once they experience what it's like to be in that state without any help, they will finally grow a fucking backbone and start fending for themselves, instead of looking to us for everything! But no! You wanted to be the good uncle and have them here for the first time! I'm done! You can take care of everything alone. I'm not doing shit for them!" Aunt Meghan has always had an explosive temper. Even the littlest of things could set her on

Hey, dear, I'm worried because you had a thing for him when you were younger ". Margaret said focusing her gaze on her daughter. Living in the same house and working together will fuel something". "He's a prince mama" I pointed out. "And I'm not an idiot " I wish I could just swear and tell myself that I now find Rodriguez unattractive " I just don't want you to get hurt," she said concerned. "Enough with the fussing Margaret !" Athena said impatiently My aunt was a petite woman in her late thirties she was a woman who stood her ground and my mom finds it hard to refuse her.

Eira As I watched Aunt Meg approaching the hut, a sense of concern and confusion welled up within me. Her usually vibrant and sprightly demeanor had been replaced by a disheveled and bruised appearance. It was as if she had been through a violent ordeal. I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to her to leave her in such a distressing state. Aunt Meg, with her graying hair and warm smile, had always been a pillar of strength to me, I had never seen her looking so vulnerable and hurt. My heart sank, and my thoughts raced, trying to make sense of this unexpected and unsettling sight.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.