Baki Mother Novels & Stories

my mother said, moving back to grasp my hand and match my pace with hers. "You know it's my first time being out, Mom. I'm just enjoying the view. Bali is quite a wonder." I replied as we walked. "Well, I wonder if you remember that I have a job to get to, and I can't get on my boss's bad side," my mother responded. "Don't worry, Mom," I assured her, clasping her hand tighter. "You can never get on their bad side. They love you." "They love me because they love your grandma, and I can't mess that up. Now, walk faster and let's get this over with," Mom said as we navigated our way through.

“Bala, Mama has been suffering from retrograde amnesia. Since the fall, everything from her past has been wiped from her memory. Everything except you. She remembers you.” Tears streamed down Bala’s face as she moved toward Mama, her steps hesitant at first, then quickening. She knelt beside the bed, her hands trembling as she reached for Mama’s. “Mama,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s me. It’s Bala.” Mama’s eyes filled with tears as she pulled Bala into a tight embrace. “My dear, my dear,” she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“You’re mother…Catherine Estrada…was a multi billionaire.” My heart stopped instantly— No way…this has to be a joke, right?

she exclaimed, her voice echoing with concern and frustration. Ronin's heart sank as he faced his mother's ire. He had hoped to slip back home unnoticed, but it seemed his mother possessed a unique intuition that could see right through him. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain his actions. "Mom, I just needed to talk to Sia," he began, attempting to sound composed despite the weight of guilt on his shoulders.

She said and leaving. “Ah! Not ready to do anything, look at her. Do this Iqmat, I am busy! Do that, I am busy!! Nawa for you” her mother abused her as she climbing the staircase but she didn’t care. The lady was just looking at and didn’t say anything. “Let me see them I beg” Iqmat’s mother said and the lady quickly on the tablet back, shifted closer to her and two of them looking at the pictures.

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

Bax asks me as the women and Bastian come out into the living room, "I don't want to be around her." "Neither do I, trust me," I complain and take a sharp breath. My feet are starting to shake like they haven't in a long time, with the need to walk and walk and walk for hours, "But we have to. Bastian will kill me if I leave." Bax gets up from the bed with difficulty and walks out, shoulders slumped. "We'll be back in a moment, Mid. I have to go deal with my mother." "Is Bax going to be okay? And you?" She asks with concern, "You smell... scared."

I was surprised. “Alaric never told me about it.” I turned around to find Baspo backing me. He was happy. He rubbed his neck at my words. “Alpha Alaric doesn’t know about this place. Actually, my mother found it accidentally when she argued with my father years ago. She liked it so much. So, she started visiting this place often.” Baspo said. His words made me realize his life for his mother. His mother was no more. But her memories were intact.

𝕭EAUTY AND THE 𝕭EAST *** I walked into the house feeling tired, confused and most importantly very hungry. it's been a long day and heaven knows that I didn't sign up for any of this. I just need to eat and rest for a very long time. "You're back home early" my mother asked stopping me in my tracks "Aren't you supposed to be busy?" "I'm done for today mom" I tell her but she scoffs "how on earth did I give birth to a useless child like you. I gave you one simple task and you can't do it"

My father was a sick, twisted bastard. “Don’t get mad at me for not telling you this sooner, but—” Theo says. I curl my fingers into fists. I’m already mad, because if there’s one thing I hate, it’s not having all the information and people keeping things from me. “Theo...” He’s supposed to be my fucking friend. My second-in-command. Keeping information, especially important information, from me isn’t something he should ever do. “When the Balakin Bratva was defeated, your mother escaped. Ever since, she’s been forming the new Balakin Bratva under her rule, as the last living Balakin.”