Christian Keyes Mother Novels & Stories

Mishka whispered. “She is not my mother!! Jennifer is my mother.” Christian spat angrily, keeping Mishka close to him. “Jennifer is not your mom. Vera is your mama for whom you cry every night in your sleep.” Mishka confidently said, staring him in the eyes. “The day she decided to elope with her lover, leaving her six-year-old son behind is the day she lost the status of my mother,” Christian whispered, looking deep into her eyes and Mishka knitted her perfectly arched eyebrows in confusion.

Like Christian was actually a part of their family, rather than her own son. Christen shook her head at the memory. ‘No. No, that’s not true!’ she told herself. ‘Even if Christian does like them, he is still my son, as I am his mother. He wouldn't abandon me. Not like how everyone else did.’ Successfully convincing herself of such, Christen finished wiping down the last of the dishes. With the plates all wiped dry, she opened a cabinet above her to put them back into. As she noticed how high up the shelves were for the plates, Christen turned around, wanting to find a stool to use, only to jump at the sight of Keenan close behind her.

"Hi, I'm Keith woods, Janes son and you're Elena Wood's, master Leonard's first wife and Chris's biological mom, which of cause everyone thought you died" I grabbed my mouth, aming to bottle up the shock of what I just discovered, oh shit, my biological mom is still alive and come to think about it, how the hell did Keith know about her? ( Eye lock as the Chapter ends)

Don Copper De Vere said. The young lady twitches a smile on her face. She knows it and don’t wanted to talk but he is trapped in a past conversation. “Yes, my Mama died when she gave birth for me,” her face deemed but the hand of Jostein’s mother holds it. “Don’t worry Keesha you are safe here with my Son. Right Jostein?” The handsome psycho smile with his aligned white teeth, “of course, no one can hurt my lady.” He winked to him and they laugh.

I looked down in shame. "Mother, Can you give me the keys to our house?" He asked. "Why?" Mother asked in horror. "I have no intention of staying in someone else's house." He said with venom. "Please don't go, Eugene." Mother clung onto his arm as he smiled sadly. Just then, Christian came, when he looked at Mother's crying form he asked, "What happened?" Eugene let out an empty laugh as he glared at Christian, "You. That's what happened."

"Well, it certainly is a surprise, and a pleasant one at that! Welcome, Kevin." Kevin grinned sheepishly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Thanks, Mrs. Elliot. Sorry for dropping by unannounced." Christian shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "No worries, Kevin. It's great to see you. I can't believe Brandon managed to keep this a secret." "But you are definitely going to tell me what this is all about ." Christian shook his head and went to eating his food. "It's so warm in here. " my mother said. I looked up at her when a sad expression crossed her feature.

With lightning speed, Camellia immediately grabbed her bag and ran out screaming at Keyla who was in her room, "Keyla, Mommy go first, Mommy will come back here soon as possible." Keyla heard her mother's voice, then she rushed downstairs with Angel, her nanny. But Camellia had already left because she was running out of time. "Grandma, where are you going?" asked Kyla. "Mommy has urgent work, it seems like she won't be coming home for a few days, you and Grandma are here," Jessica replied, embracing Keyla affectionately. Until now, Keyla still doesn't know that her mother lives at Richard's house.

“There’s something about her death that caught Huckington’s attention, so I figured that I’d come here to get the answers I need instead of sending my men to investigate for me.” “That’s right,” Gregory said. “You made the right decision.” “Then tell me everything,” Christian said without preamble. “So I can start making my plans.” Gregory nodded. “Your mother betrayed her family. That’s the root cause of it all. She did not care about the fact that she had kids. She basically left us and everything else for another man.” Christian looked uninterested. “Yeah. The gardener.” Gregory smiled. “The gardener who knew more than he should.”

—crossed his features, showing a rare glimpse of emotion: "Even you think that way?" The words were soft, almost wounded. Through my tears, I asked the question that had haunted me for years: "I just want to know what you said." I stepped closer to him, close enough to see the flecks of gray in his eyes. "What words could be so powerful that they drive people to die rather than live with them?" I remembered Mom's final moments—how she looked at me with the same terror as Ethan, then turned and ran. How her legs pumped frantically as she raced toward the silver pit.

Derek asked her. Arlene thought of the weird dreams she had been having for a while, but she didn’t see how they were correlated because, her dreams were basically about her evil mother. It was probably post traumatic stress disorder from everything she suffered in the hands of her mum, coupled with her father’s death, so she shrugged it off and said no.