Barren Mother Novels & Stories

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

"Mother was known as the Golden Tactician. She managed our kingdom's trade lines and border defenses with the same sharp mind you possess." I studied the portrait a moment longer, searching for some flicker of recognition in the painted face, some proof that a piece of her had survived in me beyond simple bloodline and inherited gift. I found none — only a stranger's kind eyes, and the strange, hollow ache of grieving someone I had never truly known long enough to lose. "I wish I could remember more of her than a smell and a sound," I admitted quietly. "Twenty-two years, and all I have is fragments I was never even certain were real memories rather than things I'd simply wanted to be true."

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

She took two steps toward me and dropped her voice to the register she used when she wanted the words to go in cleanly, without witnesses to soften them. “You cannot give my son a child,” she said. “Eight years, and nothing. You walk around this house like you belong here, wearing my son’s name, spending his money, living in his home, and you have given him nothing.” Her eyes held mine without blinking. “A barren woman has no business acting like a wife.” Barren. The word hit me somewhere behind the sternum and lodged there.

“I loved him with everything I had. I stood by him, I believed in him and I never stopped believing in him.” The pain inside my chest became unbearable. “It’s not my fault that I’m barren…” I whispered. Mom stroked my hair. “You are not barren!!!” “It’s not my fault…” I repeated louder. “It’s not my fault…” My voice broke completely. “I didn’t choose to be barren.” The words echoed through the room. “I didn’t choose it.” “I tried, I tried everything, I gave him everything but It’s not my fault.” Mom cried with me as she held me tighter. “No, darling. It isn’t your fault and it never was.”

Whenever my son, Ethan Shaw, cried, my mother-in-law, Jacqueline, would pat his back and call his name. She said it was to keep his soul from leaving his body when he got scared. I thought she was just being superstitious until one day, an old woman stared at my son and her face went pale. "Why are his pupils so dilated? He only has one-tenth of his soul left! Has anyone tried to summon his soul?" A chill ran down my back and I told her about his grandmother. She said, "She isn't calling his soul back. She's calling it out of his body! I'll give you the candles. Take it home and light it, or your son will die." I was a little wary. Was I really going to suspect my son's own grandmother

I was going to be married off. As I stared, I remembered that had transpired in my life. At first I had been rendered motherless. It was pretty hard finding my way as a child, without a mother but when one had a father like mine, it almost feels like a walk in the park. Then the elders of my pack advised their alpha, my father to take anothermate. Then my step mother came into the picture. Their marriage bore just one child; Barbara. If I needed a clear definition of a brat, Barbara could pass off as a good example. My step mother stopped at nothing in spoiling her daughter.

“If you would accept that wolves are beneath us then you would have no problem handing over that lowly Wolf Queen whore.” My nostrils flare with anger at my Mother calling Jamari a whore for the second time since appearing. “Call Jamari a whore one more time and I will come through thisss barrier and end you.” My voice comes out as a guttural growl as deadly calm coats my words. My Mother takes a step back from the barrier, her hand reaching up to touch her throat. “She really has you wrapped around that finger of hers doesn’t she?” My Mother tilts her head to the side as she studies me. “It’s a shame how far you have fallen over one female that spreads herself amongst two others.”

"Mom I can't. I'm getting married soon and I won't be able to produce a child to show for it. This is all my fault" "No sweetie, you ain't to blame for this. It's true that you may have done series of abortion but you can still have kids" "How Mom? How? Didn't you hear what the doctor said,'I can't bear children. My womb is damaged'. What don't you understand? I'm barren" "C'mon dear, don't say that. There is still time to..." "Mom, I'm barren" "Please stop crying my dear. Everything will be okay"