Novel & Cerita Beautiful Mother

I was trapped in a frozen fortress at the edge of the world, held captive by a stepbrother who viewed me as his exclusive, beautiful liability. After a long time, the freezing air of the room forced me to move. I stumbled into the master bathroom, a luxurious space lined with dark heated slate and a massive stone soaking tub. Resting on the counter was a neat stack of folded clothing—an oversized black cashmere sweater and a pair of thick, soft leggings. Next to the clothes was a small, steaming tray of hot broth and fresh bread left by Elena.

she grumbled as Mother handed her the water. "You look worse than that. Did you get hit by a trailer or were you mauled by a dying carcass?" Her brows puckered. "You look very ugly." "Mother!" Ivory chided, quickly bringing out the mirror to check her face. Her heart was beating loudly from anxiety. Did she get uglier? "Relax, I am just saying that your expression looks ugly. My precious is the most beautiful woman in all of America." Despite her reassurance, Ivory still quickly checked herself in the mirror. Her face was entirely different than it once was.

"And why is that" "This place is peaceful. It’s like a lullaby. Sometimes the river is furious, like telling me to fight with the demons and negative thoughts. Sometimes its calm. Asking me to let everything with flow. As in the time settles everything. Every day the sun peeps through the curtains indicating there is always a new day to every dark night. Like there is always a solution to every problem. This place is like a mother to me. Consoling me, soothing me. Pampering me. Thank you for bringing me here ". Denzel was speaking his heart. Cyrus couldn’t get where it came from.

The girl was not beautiful, but she had an attraction. "This is your mother," said Zarqa Begum. He looked at the girl again, but no wonder there was another emotion in his eyes. He was looking at this picture for a moment. "It's so beautiful," he said, touching the picture. Although she was a simple girl ... But the mother is the mother and there is no other woman more beautiful than the mother in the eyes of the children. If someone asks him who is the most beautiful woman in the world ... So he would take his mother's name for a moment ... But what is his mother's name? He didn't even know it.

Ch 7 {Few weeks later } The atmosphere was gloomy and tense.A woman is seated on the tile floor crying her eyes out . Her daughter was beside trying her best to confront her mom while trying to hold her own tears . “Mom just calm down .Crying won’t solve the problem “ “Why won’t I cry ?!..,eeh? Why won’t I ?”Her mom wailed bitterly . “Mom ...”Bella said sniffing “It been weeks now and we haven’t still seen Suzy .Where could she be ?..I don’t want anything to happen to happen to my daughter ooh “Bella’s mom weeped .

She was just perfection , the type of beauty that is enough to make any woman uneasy around her, she is just so perfect . Mother always taught us as boys about how a woman can be so beautiful outwardly but with a total turn off type of attitude and she aleways advised us to stay clear from such woman because she is of no good to us and ours, and I know now that my mum would have really approved of my mate and I have come to understand what she meant by her teachings , I am living the exact hope she had for us and it’s absolutely not my fault if my brother decided to not take what was given to him but I will be damned if I don’t enjoy it.

"Yess..., am coming." She went to the door to check who it was. "Ma'am, please Mad. Flora wants you to join her for breakfast." "Okay, I will be there soon." She replied. "Okay, ma'am. The house help replied and left. She soon joined Mad. Flora at the table. Nicole : Good morning mum.. She gave Mad.Flora a peek and sat beside her. Mad.Flora : Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing dear? " I'm good mum." she replied

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

Bella says. “You are not stupid,” Adam says, standing up. “What sad thing were you thinking of?” “About how I am more like my mother than I thought that I would be.” “And that's a bad thing? Did you and your mother not get on or something?” He asks, looking perplexed. “Oh no, nothing like that. I loved my mother. She was the most wonderful person in the world. She was more than my mother, she was a best friend.” “Okay, I am not sure that I understand then. Why would you be sad that you are like your mother? She sounds pretty great so wouldn't there be worse people to be like?” Adam asks her and she smiles.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"