Doting Mother Novels & Stories

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. ********

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.

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

Willow's expression was dazed. She kept staring at the child in the young woman's arms. Fearing she might act impulsively, Matthew held her tightly. He spoke softly, trying to soothe her. "Let's go home, alright? We should head home." Perhaps it was because she was a mother herself, so she could understand the attachment. The young woman suddenly said, "My daughter's name is Lily. She's three months old. Would you like to hold her?"

Her skin was fair, and she looked younger than Winnie by a few years. She didn't look like she was Tyrone's mother, but rather his older sister. She sat with a cup of coffee in hand, and her every gesture exuded elegance. Mrs. Elkin's full name was Margaret Ledston. She had been a renowned socialite in Royalton over 20 years ago.

The late-day sun burns the edges of everything his hoodie, the sidewalk, the quiet houses that seem to be holding their breath. Then the crunch of gravel. My mother’s car turns the corner far sooner than expected. Damien’s eyes widen. “Not a word,” he whispers, already sliding into the truck. I stand rooted to the driveway as her car pulls in behind me, engine ticking, her expression unreadable through the windshield. The air tastes like electricity, like a storm about to break. My mother steps out of the car with a measured calm that makes my stomach knot. “Why are you outside?” she asks, shutting the door with deliberate care.

Amanda gave him an encouraging look and said with a smile, “Vincent, Second Aunt must want to see you the moment you arrive.” Vincent understood. He also wanted to see his wife immediately. He took a deep breath, walked to the door, and slowly pulled it open. Calvin stood outside with his mother. The moment the door opened, he saw his mother’s body instantly tense. Dolores was a classic beauty from a good family. She was beautiful when she was young, and even after all these years and health issues, she was still aging gracefully. At fifty, she only had deep wrinkles around her eyes and a slight downturn to her lips, but she still possessed a captivating charm.

I hissed, unable to keep calm any longer. It wasn’t my intention to reveal Toby like this, and if it were possible, I never wanted to reveal him at all, but he had forced my hand. “Damon.” My words had elicited some kind of action from my mother, and she tapped her husband’s back to keep him calm. “Let her be.” She said softly, trying to disperse the air, and to my mate, she turned, giving him a big smile. “Hello, I am Maddie’s mother; it is nice to meet you.”

Dolly snorted softly and muttered under her breath, “Who shares a mom with you? That’s my mom.” Angela walked over and lifted Sunny into her arms in a princess carry. Dolly remembered how, when she used to fall ill, her mother had carried her the same way. Angela would hold Dolly tight against her chest, like a mother bird sheltering her chick in a nest. It was safe, warm, and gentle. She suddenly realized that her mother could be gentle too. “Mommy…” Dolly called out softly to Angela, grievance hidden in her eyes. Angela lowered her gaze and glanced at Dolly once, her voice flat and even.