Bad Mommy Novels & Stories

Mom says looking down at me shaking her head in disappointment. “I didn’t know she was listening. But I don’t know why everyone is thinking that she is going to be my mate. She is six years younger than me. She is impulsive, hot headed and very rarely thinks about the consequences of her actions. How would any of those traits be good for a Gamma female?” I turned my head to look up at my Mom. “I know she is not a bad person but she is just not what I would first think of as being a good mate for me.”

"Everyone could have thousands of reasons to do things, but it was simply something unforgivable if it hurt a young child. " "Mango couldn't help but walk up to hug him as she sobbed, ""I'm sorry, mommy didn't protect your daddy. It's my fault. Why don't you give me a chance to love you? You're a good boy, the best kid on earth. Let's go to sleep now, and mommy will take you out for some food and fun later, okay?"" " I want daddy. Wisdom repeated this sentence over and over again. Madam Ye's heart broke when she saw this.

"Why do I feel like Mommy isn't happy at all..." Braint continued looking at Beau. "Daddy, be frank." Beau said helplessly, "The movie that you recommended was very sad in the middle. She's in a bad mood until now." "No way!" Demarion said with a puzzled look, "I roughly scanned the content of that movie. Although there are twists and turns in between, the ending is good." "Why is Mommy so unhappy?" "And... " Braint solemnly placed the book on his knee. "Mommy is an actress herself. She knows better than anyone that movies are fictional."

"I was relieved that I was not going to share a child with Brandon. I was so scared of being a shìtty mother to that beautiful baby. And I was relieved that I wouldn't get to fail her. I had already failed her by giving her a father like Brandon. It was a relief she wouldn't get to see me fail as a mother. And all these people kept offering their condolences with faces full of pity. And I felt this heavy burden of guilt because of how relieved I was. Fùck. I'm a bad mother, right?" "Bad mothers don't think they are bad mothers." He rubs my hand gently. "You just wanted the best for your child. But I still think you would've made the best mom. You were already so excited about her." "I miss h

Orson complained in an aggrieved voice that only Valencia could hear. Had Orson known that Grandpa Blauch knew that person, he’d never have suggested going to the party in the first place! Wuuu! That person who called himself Daddy is bad. Now that they are going to that person’s place with Mommy, what if that person made Mom like him again and made Mom cry? No. No. Mom deserves the best. Quadruplet needs to find Mom a good husband who is worthy of Mom and will never make Mom cry and will treat Mom better—not someone like quadruplet’s bad Daddy.

I even wondered if she had really gone mad. "You treated me the same way too when I was little, no?" Mom suddenly stopped laughing. The memories of her childhood, as described by her, became fragmented and cruel. It turned out that when Mom was a child, my grandfather eloped with someone else because Grandma couldn't give birth to a son. During that time, Grandma must have lost her sanity and would beat and scold Mom every day. Therefore, in Mom's memory, giving birth to a daughter was a misfortune, and keeping a husband was an instinct all women had.

Clutching my swollen cheek, I glared at him, then pulled Amy into my arms and shielded her behind me. "Don't be afraid, Amy. With me here, you'll never kneel to anyone again." I shot Austin a searing look. "Least of all to this beast who dares call himself a father." His eyes sharpened with murderous intent. "You dare say I'm unfit to be a father? And what about you, Claire? You abandoned her for six years! Is that what you call being a good mother?" Isla sneered. "Look at yourself. You can't even take care of yourself, and you think you can raise Austin's daughter?"

I don’t care about his threats or the fact that he’s pissed. I was drowned in a bathtub by my own mother, so anything else the world can offer is just a poke on my back. “It was my fault, Dad. I’m so sorry,” Mad apologizes for being hit and having wounds all over her. Oh, please. She can’t be this dumb, can she? “No, my dear. Are you fine? Maybe we should get on a plane and come over,” Dad tells his kid, worriedly. “No! No! I’m fine. I think I’m more human than Caden. He’s more of a mess, and he hasn’t seen a doctor yet.” She brings those soft eyes back to me.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

He collapsed completely. Because Aurelius had finally found his daughter. And for one impossible moment— despite the darkness. Despite the monster beneath us. Despite centuries of grief. We were together again. Mother. Father. Daughter. A family. And beneath the nursery floor— something enormous screamed in heartbreak. Because after waiting alone for so long— it had just been abandoned. Again.