Friend Mom Novels & Stories

mom yelled out angrily, cutting me short. “You have no idea how much we need you back here. All your brother does is bring shame and disgrace upon this family. Please, Drake. Don’t leave us again.” My mom pleaded sadly, and this time, the tears flowed down her cheeks and she wouldn’t let me wipe them off. She just hugged me tightly, and I pulled her into my arms, letting her tears drench my shirt.

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

"I'm so grateful to have you as my mom, Mom. Your encouragement keeps me going, even during the toughest times." Her mother's voice quivered with emotion. "And I'm grateful to have you as my daughter, Rose. You make me proud every day." As their conversation continued, Rose and her mother shared stories, laughter, and dreams. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment, as they celebrated the joys and triumphs of life together.

She hugged her tightly and rubbed both hands around her back. "Mom, you are still my mom. Being a mom doesn't necessarily mean you have to be the one to carry the child, especially for selfish reasons, and sell them out later. You don't have to be my mom biologically before I call you my mom. Being a mom is all about raising a child, loving that child, and calling them yours. You raised me for twenty five years, soon to be twenty six mom. Do you think any other mother would be able to replace all those loves?" Maria asked Faith.

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

I looked up in shock and met my mother's cold, indifferent face. But all I saw in her eyes was eighteen years' worth of disgust. I clenched the hem of my shirt, my voice trembling. "Mom… didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times… I'd finally be your clean child? So why are you still throwing me away?" That one sentence seemed to ignite something in her. "Clean? What right do you have to be clean?!" She lunged at me, her fingernail digging into my forehead like a dagger.

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

Mom: if you claim you love this girl, then do what would make her happy Me: what if I can't. Mom: what if you can? I sighed Me: should I make you proud? She smiled Mom: at least, for once. Make momma proud by doing the right thing I chuckled quietly

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

Sure enough, mom's elegant hand grabbed me, with her charm bracelet jingling. Mom: "Wait, where are you going, Jimmy. I need your cock in me, now, right now." Me: "But mom, the clock went off and..." Mom: "To hell with the clock! You made your point; you win! Now come love your mommy, honey!"