Christian Keyes Mother Novels & Stories

The only sound was the low hum of the car engine. Finally, Christian spoke, his voice low and husky with emotion. "Bernice," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "I want to tell you something." I nodded, my voice soft and soothing. "Okay. I'm here, Christian. I'm listening." Christian's voice was steady as he spoke, but I could see the pain in his eyes, and the scars that ran deep beneath the surface. "My mother, Doris Matisse, was a remarkable woman," he began, his gaze distant as if he was looking into the past. "She was known for her grace, her kindness, and her unwavering dedication to helping others."

He sat down next to her and opened a leather briefcase full of neatly organized documents. “I was looking forward to seeing you. I have good news for you.” Karen’s heart leapt in her chest; she knew it was about her mother. “What did you find out?” “Your mother’s name is Chloe Jones. She was born in Pennsylvania and came to Las Vegas for work.” A nervous smile appeared on Karen’s face. Her mother finally had a name—a real, tangible name—and was no longer just an abstract concept, a shapeless shadow. Chloe. Chloe Jones.

I forgot how fast she was, as I looked at her startled by her presence. “Didn’t think you could run off without me, now did you?” she says with a smirk. We enter the doors, hearing screaming in the hallway. Looking ahead, we both rush forward uncertain of what to expect. As we round the corner we are stopped in our tracks. Christian’s mother is in the middle of the floor crying and thanking the Moon Goddess. Christian’s father is trying to calm her, but it is not doing any good.

And there stood Akeisha near the Division of Vital Statistics doors. Keisha frowned immediately. “What the hell is she doing here?” Akeisha smirked. “Oh, I’m just here getting a copy of Urmajesty’s birth certificate so I can turn child support back on.” Immediately everybody went silent. Then my mother stepped forward slowly. “We just wanna see the child.” Akeisha blinked. “And you are?” My mother smiled politely. “I’m Mrs. Michaels. Kole’s mother.” Then her smile disappeared instantly. “So if you actually have my grandson, I’d love to see him.”

Mother: Kassandra Fuentes Cueto, deceased. Father unknown. Her school records are the same as stated in her resume. Worked as a waitress. Line cook. Dishwasher. End of file. We reached a dead end for Kim. Corbin then searched for Kim's mother. Kassandra Fuentes Cueto. She died at the mental institution. One thing caught my eye in the file. Divine Child Secondary, graduated 1982. What? Mom and Dad attended that same high school. Same year. My chest tightened. Something is not right.

Christian stood, walking past my mother as he made his way to the bedroom. Then I stood, staring directly at my mother, her lips curving as she motioned for me to go ahead. Speechless, I moved, or rather, my feet moved.Christian was seated on the bed, only in his briefs. "Honey, why don't you fuck my daughter just as hard as you've been fucking her these past few days? Only difference is, this time around, I watch and I call the shots." My mother said, as she reclined into the seat, crossing her legs.

Christian pushed the door of the bakery and Kiara quickly got inside while he stopped to receive a call from his assistant back in London. The door of the bakery closed, and Christian stayed outside to talk to his assistant. “What is it?” He asked. “Sir, your mother came here today to enquire about you,” The assistant said. “Did you tell anything to her?” Christian asked. “No! we didn’t answer any of her questions.” The assistant almost immediately. “But, sir, she is not in a good state. She was a little pale, with bags around her eyes. I’d suggest you talk to her once.”

He sighed and leaned backwards, his face solemn. “Katherine was my mother. When she died, I was merely 6 years old, so I had no idea what transpired until I was fifteen years old. That day, I remember walking into her room, I always slept there after her death and I came across her diary, talking about how Amelia RedField had invited her for a date on the day that she died, and how excited she was to go on that date. At first, I didn't see anything wrong with it as I didn't know the details of her death. But time passed and I pieced two and two together, finding it that indeed, Amelia RedField was the one who killed my mother.” Kevin paused, his voice trembling as if he was reliving a bad me

Kate pursed her lips, frowned, and said, “Dad, can you reason a little bit? Kevin wasn't a nice person before, who doesn't have a past, before he got married, didn't he also have a few outsiders!" “Don't mention your mother in front of me! Don't you feel sorry for your mother! Even if she's alive, she can't agree to let you find a man!" Kanye was poked in the right place by her, her old face was red from anger, her neck tendons roared, and her blue veins were clearly visible. Kate smiled bitterly, not mentioning her mother. Where was your father when your mother died? Busy outside enjoying other lovers? Haha, okay, if you don't mention it, don't mention it.

"And by the way, you are a rich woman. Whether in love or not, you are married to a rich man and into a wealthy family." "Stop that Christian." I warned. ''I might actually get used to it.'' He sighed again. "Tell me what happened." I took a minute, before turning to return the can of juice back in the fridge. "Your mother is a weird woman. That's what happened, Christian." "Maybe she's just lonely.'' He said through gritted teeth that he was trying so hard to hide. No matter how hard he was, he had a tender spot towards Lucy and it was so sad she couldn't see that.