Chapter 6 Mother 3 Novels & Stories

I only felt tired, so exhausted. I knew it was time for me to leave. That night, I appeared in my mom's dream for the first time, just to say goodbye. In the dream, she looked the way she once had: polished, confident, a powerful woman admired by others. She sensed my presence and turned around. Shock filled her face. "Erwin… Is that you? Did you come to see me?" She shouted excitedly and rushed forward, trying to hug me. "I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?"

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

Realign. --- For Lerato, the escape was only the beginning. Every red light, every turn, every shadow along the road became a hazard, yet she navigated them with precision born of desperation. She had always known subtle dangers existed, but now they were amplified, immediate, lethal. The children clutched her tightly. Their small bodies are shivering but alive. Their trust in her is absolute. Her motherly instincts sharpened into a weapon, slicing through panic, fear, and exhaustion with every careful maneuver.

I murmured in a thin voice, my eyes burning. My mother trembled. With faltering breaths, she lifted her face to the dark sky, tears streaming like blood down her cheeks. "Goddess..." Her voice came out broken, shattered. "I can’t bear this anymore..." She gasped between sobs, her entire body shaking with despair. "Please..." she begged. "Let her be free. I feel her pain... her fear... please..." I was trembling. My legs could no longer hold me. I leaned against the trunk of the tree, trying to make sense of everything. The vial, the liquid, the bruises, the distant growls. My mother... forcing the baby to take something that completely knocked her out. Why?

I could feel my breathing growing faster, and my heart started to race. I became aware of the growing tension in my body. Victoria noticed this and smiled. “No wonder Vera can’t handle you. You’re huge.” I scratched my head sheepishly. It felt uncomfortable with my future mother-in-law staring at me like this. “I don’t mean to be so rough with Vera. But she’s just too delicate. She yells that it hurts even if I move a little.” If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman.

I saw her eyes light up when she looked at me, and it wasn't until then that I realized that my pants and underwear were all on the ground. She'd probably heard me moaning and screaming her name from outside the bathroom door earlier, and seeing me like this now, it wasn't hard for her to figure out what I'd been up to. This was too embarrassing. She was Sabrina's mom, for crying out loud! My mother-in-law! And to think that I'd been screaming her name and "threatening" to plow into her over and over again just a while ago! She'd probably put two and two together and figure out that I'd been fantasizing about her while jerking myself off.

"Then I'll speak to the healers about adjusting your medication." "That's blackmail!" "That's parenting." I moved toward the door. "The choice is yours, Caleb." Silence stretched between us. Finally, bitter resignation crossed his face. "Mother." The word came out strangled. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that." "Mother!" Louder. Angrier. I beamed. "See? That wasn't so hard." "I hate you." "I know." I opened the door. "Get some rest, son. You have a long month ahead."

Roe called happily as she burst through the bedroom door. “You have finally convinced her to get on board then?” she smiled broadly, her eyes switching between the two of us. “Mum, we talked about this. Boundaries” Gunner whined. “Oh shush, I’m your mother, I’ve seen all your bits and pieces” she said waving her hand dismissively at Gunner. I couldn’t help but laugh at the shade of red his face turned, and the look of his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at his mother’s words. Roe took my hands and turned me to face her, smiling at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Alma stopped chuckling, shaking her head. “You still don’t believe me,” she said rhetorically, already knowing the answer to her question. “There is no way I would believe your stupid lies,” I snapped. She clicked her tongue. “Okay, think about this. Mother saw you and recognized you immediately in that room. She built a beautiful bond with you when you were to be treated like a kidnapped person. She gave you good food, put you in a fancy room, and gave you good clothes; she even got you a beautiful bracelet, but then again, she didn’t mind raising her hand to beat you up badly. She didn’t mind killing thousands of people for a war that ended with the two sides kissing each other’s butts. Th

He smiled. “Why? She is the reason you are all here.” The chamber suddenly went silent. Then the walls began glowing. A memory appeared across the stone. Mother. Young. Standing before a giant black gate. Father stood beside her. Asterion was there too. And in Mother's arms were three newborn babies. Us. My breath caught. She placed each baby before the gate. Then she whispered: “Three daughters.” The memory shifted. Mother touched my forehead. “Light.” She touched Seraphine.