Beautiful Mother Novels & Stories

Amanda thought she was the most beautiful lady. It was as if they were on slow motion, as Mrs Brown walked towards the lady, Amanda could also see that her mother inlaw, whom she seldom sees, was indeed a beauty, she also, never leave her house unattended, she must attend to her face, and her skin, she sure, knows how to keep her man, a woman like that, would never allow any girl, take her husband away from her, because, she would keep herself young and elegant at all times.

Projecting only a sense of calm. “This is where Bria proved her love to me. Where she protected me from the invaders. I think your garden will always have a special place in my heart mother. Besides, it’s so beautiful and tranquil here. I understand why you like it.” She’s not as good as I am at masking her feelings. Distaste ripples across her face and her mouth pinches as if she’d just bitten into the sourest lemon. “Ah yes, Briana,” mother sighs, cultivating a look of deep disappointment.

She smiled and waved it off with a simple, “No worries.” “Anyway, Mom says hi,” I stated, looking at the two of them. “Aunt Beauty is a charmer,” Chris said, raising his glass slightly. “She’s a great mother and an even greater wife. I admire her strength.” I nodded, silently agreeing. My mother was sweet, caring, and understanding in a way that made me feel like I could take on the world, as long as she was by my side. Without her, I would be nothing. She gave me the chance to see this world, to breathe, to live.

"To be very honest, I do have my own definition of a perfect woman and I always look out for certain traits in a woman because that's what I like and it has always seemed to work well for me. My ideal type of woman is a woman who knows what she wants and is never afraid to speak up. I've always being attracted to women with stubborn personalities and I like women who don't catch feelings at first." "When it comes to physical appearance, I love average height women with big boobs and the ass doesn't really matter to me cause I'm a boob guy not an ass guy. I also like women who know how to control themselves especially in public so basically, I love spicy women like you." He says with a pout a

she declared. She was gently fondling the moving image like a child. She was infatuated. She was mesmerized. She could not control her adoration on the face she was seeing. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on. No one is as gorgeous as you. No one is as lovely as you. No one is as sophisticated. Nobody! Nobody!” She began screaming at the top of her voice to prove her point. Then she felt terrible. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you. You gorgeous thing. I am sorry.” She felt apologetic to her own reflection.

After 30 minutes she arrived at her mother-in-law's house and when she entered she saw Abril playing with some dolls. — Mommy! Abril ran to Alicia. —I thought I wouldn't see you today, since I'm with my dad. —Yes, my love, but you know I'm going on a trip, so I wanted to say goodbye to you. —Yes. Mom. Celeste told me that you're going for work, can you bring me something? —Whatever you want, my love. __ Mmm, another doll, mommy! So that my dolls have another friend. She smiled when she saw her daughter's smile that melted her heart. It was what she loved most on earth.

I am overwhelmed by my experience of the day it was truly amazing and I fully agree that they have earned their reputation many times over. “Wow. You guys are amazing I cannot thank you all enough for this. You are miracle workers.” “No ma’am we only tidied up a little, the truth is you are naturally beautiful we just made sure that now everyone can see it.” My hormones choose that moment to pull on my emotions and I find myself fighting back tears. “Don’t cry! You will ruin your makeup!” Anya exclaims in a panic and rushes over. “I’m sorry, I’m just so grateful and I couldn’t control myself.”

My mate is so damn beautiful. And when she walks in my parent’s front door, I only have eyes for her, and it’s me she looks for. Her midnight eyes connect with mine, my heart is like a fucking jackhammer in my chest, and I can’t help but smile at her. It’s almost painful to look at her as my heart is about to explode. Sloane is always beautiful, but now in a dress that hugs every dip and curve of her body, I long to rip it off her and worship my mate, my moon Goddess, in the way she so deserves.

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

“He loved my mother more.” There was a pause. “He misses her.” “So do I.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. They hung in the air between us — raw, unguarded, too honest. Elena didn’t respond, but her silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… understanding. For a long time, the only sound was the rain — steady, rhythmic, grounding. And then, without warning, she said quietly, “She’d be proud of you, you know.” I turned to look at her, startled.