Doting Mother Novels & Stories

Noor looked up from her laptop and sneered. “Girl I hate that dress,” she said causing Maya to smile and swirl more as if admiring the dress. “I hate it too,” she added. Noor gave her an amused look. “Then why are you wearing it?” “Because it is my mother’s dress. Apparently it will give me some good luck at the dinner party tonight. It’s the same dress she wore when she met my father for the first time according to her.” “Your mother is crazy! She actually thinks you would meet your husband by wearing this dress tonight?”

Mother just sat at the sitting room crying, silent deep sobs that made her fragile body shake between sobs. I just watched her helplessly, I didn't know what to do. What can a seven years old girl do especially when you know the whole problem resulted from your being born. I felt the sting of burning tears in my eyes and a realization that left a bitter taste in my mouth. "My father doesn't love me and from all indications doesn't want me either." This thought killed me softly, I crouched at the back of the door and held my doll tightly and that was where my mother found me hours after my so-called father left. ********

He knew his parents could spit out all manner of atrocities but he couldn't believe that they could speak so bad of Madam Elle- the oldest maid in the mansion that have worked the longest for them! "No, I'm comfortable with my position here. It's glad to see you with your pretty fiancée." Madam Elle finally made way for them to get inside the house. ●●●●●●●● "One of the maids said you arrived over five minutes ago, son! What delayed you for so long before you could see your darling mother." Mrs Dolan would never stop being dramatic. If there was a combo of evil and drama, that was Grayson Dolan's mother. One who could smile while committing murder and would still apologize to that who she's

She will not say anything bad to mom. Diva nodded to her. Diva told her mother. "Mom, I am going now. I have some work too. You can talk with Luna. I will come back soon." Diva's mother nodded to her then Diva left Alice's room. Alice looked at Diva's mother and said, "Please have a seat." Diva's mother sat on the couch and Alice sat opposite her. "Luna, I am Dorothy Matthew, Diva's mother." Alice scrutinized her. Dorothy was a beautiful woman. She looked like a woman in her late thirties.

But she was thrilled for the future either way. "Mom, please." She sighed as she walked near her mother. She was pulled into her mother's embrace Charlotte froze for a second before deciding to awkwardly wrap her arms around her mother too. Her mother was a few inches smaller than her, she had black hair but she always colored it in dark red and it suited her so Charlotte couldn't complain. Drita was a 39-year-old woman, who in Charlotte's opinion had suffered enough to last for two life times. Although Charlotte didn't know everything she felt as if this decision would be good for both her parents. She'd make sure to work here and send money every time she could.

How could I have provided such perfect blackmail material to an old, ugly hag like her? I frowned again and asked weakly, "What is it that you want?" Daisy grinned widely and began caressing my arm. "I heard your conversation with her. You seem to be suffering from some sort of… engorged dick syndrome? And your darling wife can't satisfy you anymore, can she? "Well, since you don't care about fucking your own mother-in-law, you shouldn't have to mind fucking someone like me either, right? "Moreover, I'm not related to you by blood or on paper, and I've already given birth to a 12-pound baby in the past. I'm a perfectly compatible match for you too! Let me help you with your condition!"

"I'm only surprised to see there hasn't been a wedding yet, with how eager you were to take my place." The smile stayed on her face, but her eyes went flat, all the warmth draining out of them at once. "Of course you are." "Girls." Our mother's voice, low and pleading. "Please, not here." Dorothy's mouth thinned, and for a second the pretty, camera-ready mask slipped enough that I saw what was actually underneath it — real fury, raw and unpolished, the fury of someone who hadn't gotten what she came here for. She'd wanted me small. She'd wanted tears, or panic, the old version of me that used to fold the second her voice went cold. What she got instead was a woman looking back at her like sh

His hand froze in midair, curling into a fist, pain burning through his heart. He did not know what was wrong with him. At this moment, he would rather Angela curse him, hit him, rage at him—anything but cry. This hurt far more than any accusation ever could. “Mommy?” Dolly weakly opened her eyes. In her blurred vision stood a tall, beautiful figure. In her memory, when her mother stood by the window smoking, her silhouette would stretch long and slender, just like this—resilient and lonely. Angela told Donald to leave.

"No need to be Riley, I understand how you feel but I have to take caution and put good measures on the place before we can gain victory. Relax and don't rush things. I promise I will give you the revenge you seek for your dad and family, Okay?" "Hmm..." she mumbled, nodding in response as she went ahead dressing the wound. She was still on it when the door pushed open, drawing their attention to it. "Mum..." she exclaimed, rising from the bed as she was almost done dressing the wounds. She glided towards her mother, pulling her into a hug. "You're finally home. I missed you so much." "I missed you too dear," replied Rosita as they drew back from the hug. "Lionel," she uttered as she trolled

Compared to Benji's towering frame, she barely came to his shoulders. The only indication of her age was the grey intertwined with her dirty blonde hair. She's the picture-perfect image of Dotty if you were to fast-forward a decade or two. I stood behind him, awkwardly watching as Benji embraced his mother. The hug was short and quick on his part, but I could see the love beneath his mother's eyes as she squeezed him. "Did I teach you any manners? Introduce me to your lovely mate." She smacked his arm playfully, turning her gaze onto me.