Doting Mother Novels & Stories

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

It started with her Mother dressed in a wedding gown, standing in a hotel room. "Maybe you're right," Essence admitted, as they both watched to see what would happen. "Ready honey?" Dottie asked as she came into view, wearing a gold formal gown. "I don't know about doing this, Mom." Carol looked very worried. "It's a family tradition, honey," Dottie said. "Get over here slut," a deep voice said rudely from somewhere off camera. "Just let yourself go and enjoy yourself, honey," Dottie said, "it's your Dad's and my special wedding present for you."

And she never recovered. Oh, one look at Dolly, and people saw a proud, stubborn, elegant woman who spoke her mind and didn't sway a single freaking centimeter if she didn't feel like it. Chrissie heard the term "Snow Dragon" passed around a few times, but she could never think of her mother that way. Dolly Hill was just a woman -- like any other -- trying to finish her life the best way she knew how, claim a few grandchildren during that time, and then finally go off to meet the love of her life in the sunset.

That was my mother's elegance wrapped around a knife. “Mother,” I said, suppressing a laugh. “You really don’t hold back, do you?” Kate shrugged. “Men like Damien don’t respond to softness, Dawn. They respond to power and I raised you to wield it beautifully.”

She couldn't believe it when I told her yesterday and since then she's been repeating the same and now it's honestly irritating the heck out of me. "Ok, that's enough now stop being dramatic about". I said trying to not sound nervous. Am nervous because I don't know if he's going to like the outfit I'll be choosing for our date tonight, and for God sake it's Alex we're talking about the world's most influential businessman. "Hey mom, stop being nervous okay?. it's going to alright and besides aunt Anna and I are here to help you out". She said looking at Anna. "Yep don't worry, we'll be your personal stylists." Anna said to the both them doing the dramatic hair flip.

He was trying to keep his voice level, but I could hear the confusion and frustration seeping into his words. “Well just now for one. But I have been many times throughout my life. Every time that Hank beat me, or every time that something bad happened at school, she would call me to her and comfort me. When I was a baby, she brought me food, rocked me to sleep and took care of me. And she sang to me, a lullaby, oh Gunner it is the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and her voice is magnificent. Can you believe it? I had a mother this whole time! Gunner, I wasn’t alone, Selene, or mother as I called her, she was there” “Woah, woah, woah! Zee slow down! Are you telling me that the Moon Go

she asks with a frown “I don’t know. I don’t think there is much information on your mother and I think it’s more to do with who Neah is.” “The last female Alpha.” Dottie proudly announces and she looks at Samara. “Don’t be sad about your mummy. I don’t have one either and I’m okay.” Samara looks away, running her hand through her short blonde hair, it was starting to grow out, though she still hated it. I liked it, it suited her. “Go get ready.” I tell Dottie. She shoves another spoonful in her mouth and runs off towards the stairs. “You want to find out about your mother?” I ask

“What’s that?” “I think I know that car around,” her mother said thoughtfully. “Oh, I heard our neighbor Mrs. Dorset is ill. I’ll send her some soup. The old lady has no children to take care of her. Poor old woman.” “Oh, right. You’re so noble, Mom,” she teased and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart. You go on in then. Will be right back!” “Okay, Mom!” she said and went inside smiling.

“And before I could say a word, you were already kissing me and touching me in ways unimaginable…” “Ugh…” I cupped my head in my hands without looking up for a while. She knew just how to mess with me and get away with it. What more could I expect from someone who had been messing with people for a living? “It's all right that you feel that way, Dolph.” My mother chuckled as she spoke. She had undoubtedly believed that I had been that thirsty. “Sometimes, it feels like you're not complete until you have at it with that one special person.”

A stunning woman in her early fifties approaches us, exuding elegance and wealth. “Hello, Mother,” Damon says, his tone hinting at reluctance. “Hello, my love. How are you?” she warmly responds. “I’m great.” I remain still by his side as Damon introduces, “Mother, this is Aria. Aria, meet my mother, Josephine Stone.”