Beautiful Mother Novels & Stories

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

I asked mama once , ' mama if a woman is beautiful, will his husband have his eyes only for her. Mama smiled at my 13 year self and replied, ' No bel , Man eyes roam on all the women. It doesn't matter if his wife is beautiful or not , he still would look at other women but if his wife has control on his heart , he may still look but he won't approach them as he is well aware to whom his heart belongs. It's all luck, babe girl . Some women are very pretty but their husbands don't like them or second glance at them and similarly some women are just fine looking and their husband treats them like a queen . It's all how a man looks at a woman and vice versa . Suppose you find me beautiful but t

“You must always have a connection to the earth.” My mother declares. She holds a blackberry cane in her hand. “The bramble provides protection, the berry sustenance, and when you are older, wine.” She giggles. My mother is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The sunlight follows her, as if Helios himself uses the golden rays to highlight her beauty. Her golden hair, looking like a crown of gold, regal and elegant. Even now, on her knees in the garden, her face flecked with dirt and sweat, she is ethereal. A painting worthy of display. I hope to have even a drop of her beauty in me.

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.

The woman's beauty, her grace, her gentle demeanor - it was all clear now, and the little mystery that had been puzzling me was finally solved. "She was a great woman", Zayn said and began to tell me stories about her. My imagination began to paint a vivid picture of Adrian's mother in my mind. I pictured a woman with fierce determination and unwavering strength, like a warrior goddess from ancient times. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this incredible woman. To me, Adrian's mother was a hero, a symbol of strength and perseverance in the face of adversity.

Instead, I stood strong and healthy, my body unburdened by the pain and weakness that had plagued me for so long. The mist parted before me, revealing a breathtaking landscape. Lush meadows stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with vibrant wildflowers that swayed delicately in an invisible breeze. The sky above was a canvas of shifting colors, blending together in a breathtaking display of pastel hues. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of a babbling brook. As I took a step forward, a figure emerged from the mist. A woman, radiant and graceful, stood before me, her eyes filled with warmth and love. Something deep within me recognized he

A blonde-haired lie. A memory flashed: her mother’s hands, calloused from restoring rare manuscripts, smoothing Amara’s dark hair as she read aloud. "Real beauty isn’t in palaces, ma chérie," she’d whispered. "It’s in the quiet moments—the smell of rain on old paper, the weight of truth in your bones."

You're special because you arrived at the time no one expected. You won't feel my presence much, for I'm pretty sure your Mother will fill all voids. She's capable. She's the strongest woman I know. If she's determined, she conquers everything and anything. Nothing can get in her way. I call her superwoman. She's brave, and beautiful too. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Soon, Luna Christy opens the door smiling and gesturing me to enter with a sweet and gentle smile. Although I have never been the kind to care about looks, I have to say- that both my mother and our Luna, are the most beautiful women I have ever met in my life. Of course, our alpha and my dad are not exempt as well. They are extremely good-looking for their age. Even their wolves are beautiful. Well, all except for my mom's. I don't recall ever seeing my mother shift before, weird right? But, I give it no thought, it's whatever to me.

The field of white flowers came into view, and as before, the figure of the beautiful woman was sat in the middle. I walked over and sat down beside her, my eyes completely entranced by her celestial beauty. She turned to look at me and smiled sweetly. A perfectly symmetrical smile with perfectly white teeth. Her pure white eyes were daunting at first but the love she expressed through them was tangible. Her beautifully clear skin looked like it was alight with the shine from a thousand crystals. I don’t know if it is just because she is dazzling to look at, but she seems to glow. “Welcome back, daughter of mine” she sung, her voice like silky chocolate. Sensual and relaxing. She reached out