Doting Mother Novels & Stories

She looked much older than her actual age, perhaps because she had been miserable all her life. My mother, whose full name is Rowan Ambar, is an accomplished ballerina. She has been invited to perform at government guest houses and major national ceremonies. People used to call her "White Angel". My mother used to be a beauty icon and a woman loved by everyone, until she fell in love with my father.

She thought and itched her hair thinking of what to say but unfortunately, she could not think of any excuse at the moment. After buying the dress and jewelry, she discovered that they had spent two hours at the store. That was when she had to admit that her mother was a shopaholic. She had this energy that she could not explain and did not even seem so tired at all. " I can see that you're very tired now. Let's go" she said and paid for the dresses and left with her daughter. While they were outside, she opened the door for her daughter. " No mom, it's fine. I'd rather go with a cab."

“Dominic is not forthcoming.” “No,” my mother said. “He isn’t.” Warmly. The warm accurate observation of a woman who had known Dominic for four years. “He keeps things until he knows what they are.” Elaine looked at her son. “Yes,” she said. “He always has.” My mother sat. The room resettled around her arrival, the new configuration, and I watched my mother deploy the specific skill she had always had — the ease in rooms, the warmth without performance, the specific quality that made being in her orbit feel uncomplicated.

I inquired. "Oh, my apologies," she said, placing a hand on her chest. "Forgive my manners. I am Dora. You have already met my mother, the head of our coven." "Oh," I responded. "You are much friendlier than her," I remarked. Dora chuckled, saying, "My mother might come across as tough, but she has a kind side, you will see." “So the rumors are true then, “ she said while observing me from head to toe and then gave a tiny smile.

It wasn’t uncommon for spirits to hang around here, but it seemed they were taking a day off today. Denric and Joe engaged in some awkward conversation, which was interrupted when Mother breezed in. She was tall, blonde, and had spent many hours in the gym and many dollars on the surgeon to keep herself looking young and beautiful. She wore a stunning blue dress that instantly made me take a hit to my self-esteem. “Welcome, welcome,” she called cheerily. “I’m so delighted that you are all able to attend.” “Thank you, Mother,” I said, my voice low. I hated how meek I sounded, but I hoped that with three powerful mates, she would hold her tongue.

But for the first time ever it didn't seem like the most insane notion, a week ago I would of bet my life on the fact we weren't and would of laughed at the absurdity of it but now it wasn't so ridiculous. Once dried and dressed I went in search of my mother Dottie as she was currently pregnant I knew she wasn't far. Dragon shifters had horrible pregnancies where the pup drained the mothers energy it was a reason dragon shifters were dying out. Not only that but the father needed to be near to allow the pup pull energy from him too and it was the reason I was cautious not to tie myself to someone who wasn't my mate with an unplaned pregnancy. As I had guessed I found her in my dad's office c

Had we treated her the way Oren had treated our mother? I pulled over to the side of the road. I threw the door open as my stomach revolted, and I threw up a puddle of bile that burned. The scent of it left me dizzy and feverish. By the moon, that's what Dagon really meant. And now, all I could see was my mother's face swimming in my mind. In those quiet, private moments between us in the grass outside, or even in the short walks around the Estate when no one else would appear, she would let her guard down, allowing her smile to truly touch her eyes. She would share her hopes and dreams with me.

he said menacingly as he licked his lips. Her brows raised and her body vibrated as she heard those words. “How dare you?!” She flared and surged towards him. They all rushed after her and pulled her away from Daren who was raining words relentlessly. “Mother, put yourself together,” Dotun said as he grabbed hold of his mother who was fuming heavily. “Yes, you got what you deserve. I don’t know what Mr Bronze said to you but you know what, he is right. He is right about everything he said about you!” He shouted from where he stood.

“You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom. With a shaky breath, I take Thorton’s hand and guide him in. Here goes nothing. XXX

Joan does the small thing of a mother who is hugging the woman the son of the mother is going to marry at a door of an apartment of the son of the mother on a Sunday afternoon, in the way that mothers hug the women the sons of the mothers are going to marry at doors of apartments of the sons of the mothers on Sunday afternoons when the mothers are the kind of mothers who are the mothers of the sons the sons are. Joan is crying. Joan is the kind of mother who is crying at doors of apartments of sons the mothers are the mothers of on Sunday afternoons when the mothers are the kind of mothers who are hugging the women the sons of the mothers are going to marry, in the way that mothers cry at do