Don’t Call Me Mom Novels & Stories

I've been rolling my eyes a lot lately. "I'm Aiden Cain, but my friends call me Cain." "And I care because...?" "Because I'm your mate, and you belong to me!"

, he said as he started walking towards the door, “You’re an adult now too, please, call me Andrew.” “Uh.. okay, Andrew”, I repeated. “Um.. goodbye.” “Goodbye!” he cheerily replied as he opened his car door and jumped in, leaving me standing silently on the pavement.

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

Immediately my phone rang making my head bang the more, I moaned in pain as I picked up the call not bothering to check the id caller. “This better be important because I know I made myself clear when I said I didn't want anyone calling me today.” I said sternly standing up from my chair almost staggering as I held myself. “Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna cut my head off then. Your mom called, she said you needed me .” I blinked trying to recognize the voice, it sounded so familiar yet I couldn't put a finger on it. “My Mom called? Hmm that means, you're…” “Rowland you dick,”

But no one. Just then, my phone rang, and I was shocked to see my mom calling me. She had disowned me. Why is she calling me now? I wondered and nervously answered. "Hello, Mom."

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

Below me, Lael and Feran started dropping their bags and running light warm-up drills on the polished court, the squeak of their sneakers echoing off the high ceilings. I aggressively jammed my straw into the plastic cup, staring blankly down at the hardwood floor while steam practically poured out of my ears. Before I could sink any deeper into my pit of annoyance, my phone started vibrating violently in my tote bag. I pulled it out, expecting a text from Arlo asking about rehearsal, but my breath caught in my throat when I saw the caller ID glowing on the screen. Mom. My thumb hovered over the green button, a sudden wave of heavy guilt crashing over me. I hadn't spoken a single word to her

Just then, one of Mom's friends patted me on the shoulder. "Why aren't you greeting your mother?" I instinctively looked at Mom, suddenly finding myself tongue-tied. During the first New Year's Eve after Grandma passed away, I'd hesitated for a long time before calling Mom. When the call went through, I heard the noisy, cheerful sounds of the countdown on TV, accompanied by waves of fireworks exploding outside the window. I took a sharp breath of the cold, lonely air around me and called out with a trembling voice, "Mom…" Alesha's laughter rang out from the other end of the line. "There's no 'Mom' of yours here. Don't randomly go calling people that. Didn't your dad find you a new mom? What?

"Impudent!" I fell to the floor, staring up at Audrey's cold face. My heart was full of despair. "Why did you even give birth to me, Mom?" For the first time, I called her that. "You should've just let me die…"

I stopped but didn’t turn right away. When I finally looked back, she was staring at Theo as if she hadn’t heard him correctly. “He called me what?” I almost laughed. “What did you expect?” I asked. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Ms. Grant?” For six years, she hadn’t just hidden our marriage. She had never allowed our son to call her Mom. The only difference now was that before, she had made him call her aunt. This time, he had chosen distance on his own. I lowered my eyes and tried to pull free, but her grip only tightened.