Don’t Call Me Mom Novels & Stories

The way he looked at me like I was dirt and wasn't his precious gem like he always told me. Suddenly my phone buzzed to life and I checked the caller ID. And it was saved as “MOM”, I tried declining it but I mistakenly accepted it. I came face to face with a scream. “Where are you? Have you forgotten we have dinner right now?” she demanded from the other end. “I can't mom, I don't want to attend” I mumbled slowly. “No way Selene, I want to see you in the next five minutes or I'm blocking your credit card!” she screamed, ending the call. “Oh god classic Italian mom,” I muttered.

Even then, she never came back. All she ever said was, "I told you, he's my mentor's son. He's like a brother to me. Why are you still making a scene?" Her phone rang suddenly. She picked up quickly and put the call on speaker. A child's crying came through. "Mom, come back! Dad's burning up. He collapsed and won't get up!" Then a man's voice rang out, sharp and impatient. "Why are you calling her? We can't keep bothering her!"

I've been a nurse for years, and I've never seen such a cold-blooded mother! The two women grappled with each other. The IV stand crashed to the floor, cups shattered everywhere, glass scattering across the room. "Enough!" Dad's furious roar instantly silenced them both. He strode over, pulled Mom away, then raised his hand and slapped her across the face. The crack echoed through the hospital room. Mom's head snapped to the side. Half her face turned red almost instantly. "For the sake of your pathetic pride, you forced her to donate blood. Now she's dead. Are you satisfied?!"

I finally get a ticket to return home a few days before New Year's. But when the door opens, an unfamiliar man appears in front of me and asks, "Who are you?" I frown. "This is my house. I'm back for the holidays." His expression is cold. "You're in the wrong house. This is my place." I look at the apartment number. It is Building 3, Unit 901. I'm in the right place. I want to head inside, but he blocks my way. "Hey, don't go crazy right now." I notice the cardboard box by the door and point at it. "You're the crazy one. That's the gift I sent." The man grabs me and makes me look closer. "Take a good look!" The tracking number matches the one on my phone, but the sender's name says

On the night of my engagement party, my mother and I were sipping champagne in the VIP room of a couture shop. That’s when my fiancé’s secretary sent me a video. In the video, Camilla was pinning a middle-aged woman to the floor. She drove her diamond-studded heel into the woman’s face. Over and over. “Serafina, you cheap, pretentious little bitch. Did you really think that just because you fucked the Boss and got a ring, your mother could sneak into his vault and steal his diamonds?” Another sharp kick from the stiletto. The woman’s face was a bloody pulp. A weak gasp of pain escaped her lips. “Rats from the sewer. Always wanting what isn’t yours. I’m the only woman the Boss trusts. Now I’

Every month, Mom gives me 400 dollars for living expenses. But it's not a simple transfer. No, there's a whole approval process involved. Before I even see a single cent, I have to post an itemized breakdown in the family group chat—meal and drink costs, phone bills, and whether I've bought anything I shouldn't have. When my older sister, Michele Judd, sees it, she sends a laughing-crying emoji. "Are you sure he's in college? This is more like he's filing an expense report at work." My younger brother, Mikey Judd, chimes in. "Mom's only doing this for his own good. He grew up in a small town, so he is more prone to spending recklessly." Mom doesn't scold them and just tags me directly.

“Hey mom, took you long enough to call me.” “What? You didn’t answer my 50 missed calls, you child. Now get back here, we have a lot to talk about little one.” I smile sheepishly, knowing it all too well I’d be damned. I have always been a tough guy but one call from my mom and it’s over. “Yes, I know you miss me so much mom, don’t worry I’ll get there as soon as possible, Bye!” And with that, before mom could reply, I hung up and called my friend, Zen Alaric Malcolm, Aunt Hira, and Uncle Wave’s son.

Mom asked me to stay safe and take care of my two children; The born one and the unborn one. The next night after she left, I got a strange call. I quickly pick up since it's a new number. "It's your Mom." Something about the call is super chilling to the bone. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

How the fuck didn’t I check the caller ID? "Your father and I have been trying to get in touch with you and you? What do you do? Ignore our calls? Is this what you’ve been taught to do by those Barbaric friends of yours?” Her voice edging towards annoyance by the second. I shut my eyes close, swallowing the urge to defend my friends. “I’ve been busy.” I say curtly. Mom sighed over the phone, the sound of her heels clicking away could be heard. I couldn’t help but wonder where she is this time. Berlin? Scotland? Russia? Dubai? Where?

"No, I said no. You are not waking him up again just to say hello." "But mom, come on…" "I said no!" With the vibration of her voice still ringing in my ear, my mom drops what would be the fifth call I have made unnecessary down in my ear. The phone finds its way very firmly to the other side of the ops tent, only but barely missing the head of Galland. "Hey! What the fuck, man? Do you want to kill me?" I only but grunt at him as I catch the returning phone, "My mom does not want me to speak to Braydon."