Central Cee Mom Novels & Stories

"Shhh stupid, if mom ever catches us, we're dead." Celeste tilted her head, her eyes fixated on the stone Celia held in her hand. "Mom and dad is gone...and they told us to behave. They said not to touch anything." "Well I'm going to touch it... they're gone...I can do whatever I want." "Celi—" "Shhh! I bet mom told the idiots next door to keep an eye on us...but whatever, I'm touching whatever I want, the closet is ours anyway..."

His eyes held an unnerving affection. "Um, sure, that's fine," I replied politely while mentally recoiling. *What the actual hell is happening?* "Which year were you born, Cece?" he asked, looking directly at Mom. Mom crossed her arms defensively. "1999." "I see. Which month?" "April." "April..." he repeated thoughtfully. "Yes, why do you ask?" Mom challenged, her voice tight. Zane seemed lost in calculation. I noticed him frowning slightly, as if comparing dates in his head.

If Mommy was gone, she couldn't be wandering around the apartment. Cade gave his six-year-old son a fierce glance. Never before had anyone dared to give him instructions other than Mr. and Mrs. Goldwin. He felt that, in his family, the honorable young Mr. Goldwin was at the bottom of the food chain. Without saying anything, Cade left. Meanwhile, Mike called his grandmother and said in a voice that sounded panicked. "Grandma, mommy's gone. She left the apartment without telling anyone. Her cell phone is also off."

And then Cece cleared her throat and spoke. “Good morning, Mama.” Her mother’s face, seeing her fully dressed and ready for school, was testament to the peculiarity of her behavior. She supposed she rarely got up and out of bed voluntarily before Mama popped her head in to wake her. “Ceanna, honey...” Moira began slowly, her eyes taking in every visible inch of her child’s body. “Are you feeling okay?” She could feel her cheeks burning slightly, but Ceanna nodded and went to kiss her mom on the cheek. It made her mother’s frown of confusion deepen, but after receiving the gesture of affection she asked her only daughter what she would like to eat that morning.

Surviving on takeaway was a bit crap. “You’re home!” Mom said spotting me as she came over, and pulling me into a hug. She was a short woman with brown hair now streaked with grey. Her tired blue eyes looked me over. “Have you been eating well?” “Bella, leave the boy. I’m sure he’s eaten fine.” Robert my dad said grumpily, not bothering to look up. “Dane!” Amanda, my 22-year-old hot-tempered sister, said running over. I gave her a small smirk, kissing her forehead.

Lee stood up and was startled. “Oh, son, what are you doing here?” Mrs. Lee asked. Cullen was panting and was looking at his mom seriously. “I am going to be the CEO! I will be the best CEO!” He shouted at her. He then looked at his grandfather. “Grandfather, please train me well! I don’t want to be a lazy fake CEO! I will be the best!” Cullen confidently said while panting.

CeCe asks about our parents and Max less and less, and I’m scared she’s starting to forget them already. During the night, he makes us help him forage for food in the form of berries, mushrooms, and wiggly white worms hiding under decaying logs. I refuse to eat the worms even when he threatens to claw up my other cheek. I nearly puke when he eats them by the handful. He forces us to drink from streams. He gets angry when CeCe cries or we complain about being tired or hungry or wanting to rest. I carry her on my back when she gets too tired to walk another step.

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

“Thank you, ma’am.” “I’m Celeste Rowan. They call me Madam Cee here, but you can call me aunt, just like old times” The woman said, kindly. Aria frowned, confused. Celeste paused, taking a closer look at Aria. “How do you look so much like your mother?” Aria blinked, confused. “How do you know my mother?” Celeste sighed. “I’m an Alumnus of the academy. Same set as your mother. She was the pride of our set then. I still remember when she brought you here.” Celeste noticed the sad look on Aria’s face and stopped talking.

I tell her. “It’s my fault,” Emma says. “I want to look good for my Luna ceremony not a fat blob.” “You are beautiful,” Aunt Cindy tells her. “It’s beautiful to carry an Alpha.” “I carried three,” Mom muses rubbing my cheek. “Two are mated and moving on with their lives.” “Mom you get to be a part of all of it,” I remind her. “I know, Cathy is going to need me in New York,” Mom hugs Cathy who nods. “But if you need me I can jump a plane and be right here.”