Doting Mother Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

I said fondly. She pointed her fork at me. "And every one of them was worth it." I laughed and she laughed and I ate my cake. "Mom, we should go shopping with Dove one of these days. She's buying vintage." Dante's mother went still. The fork paused halfway to her mouth. "Vintage?" she repeated slowly. Something in her expression shifted. Not surprise. Recognition. She lowered the fork. "Cinnamon," she said quietly, "Dove hasn't bought anything in months and yet she keeps spending more. I don't know on what."

“Perfect.”, his mother said quietly. “You’ve both passed the test.” “WHAT?”, they said in unison. “Well, my work is done.”, Dante’s mother said as she stood up from her seat. “I needed to see if you would be a gold digger, and I needed to see how strong my son’s mindset is when it’s set on something or someone to be exact.” Dante and Lily were left speechless as they turned their heads to look back at each other.

My chest tightened slightly when my gaze shifted to my mother. My mother, once the Widow Von Schiller but now known as Mrs. Rosamia Soler, retained an ageless allure at forty-five. Initially, I wondered if my perception was biased, given my admiration as a daughter. Yet, it was a sentiment echoed by many who have encountered her. She seemed impervious to the passage of time. Over the years, I had observed how male guests would be ensnared by her presence whenever she entered a room. Despite her diminutive stature, there was an aura of authority about her that transcended her physical stature. It wasn't just elegance; even those accustomed to coarseness found themselves silenced in the face o

He was still a wreck about being a dad, but it was a sweet wreck now. My mother, came down next, and she was a force of nature. She wore a shimmering silver gown that clung to her curves, and a string of diamonds around her neck. Her dark hair was styled perfectly, and her eyes, even at her age, held a fire that could melt steel. She carried herself with an elegance and power that few women could match. "Mama, you look beautiful," I said, genuinely admiring her. She gave me a regal nod. "Of course, Mio Figlio. One must always maintain appearances. Especially when the vultures are circling." Her gaze was sharp, filled with the same understanding of our world as mine.

"What do you mean, Mom? She insulted me! She fucking insulted me, and you are restraining my guards from beating the daylight out of her!" Daren growled, his face red in anger, as he glowered at his mother, who had a lopsided smile on her face as she ignored him totally to concentrate on Anna, who wasn't staring back at her in fright. Horenetta couldn't hold back her admiration for the young, pretty girl standing in front of her. After so many years of searching and searching, she seemed to have finally found the right one for her son.

No fear, eventually the right words will come to me to let them know. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing was emitted due to the opening of the door. In her elegance, my tall beautiful mother entered sporting a baby pink dupioni Moroccan jacket pulled over a white tank top and white slacks, along with cone heels. Her shoulder-length black neatly comes together into a ponytail. After closing the door, her emerald green eyes bounced from father to son. “What did I miss?”