Go Ahead Mom Raw Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her mother watched her devour the food with stunned silence. Finally, she broke the silence. “You must have been starving. I always tell you, try and eat more often.” “That and this meatloaf is delicious mum. Your food always is.” Hadassah responded with a mouthful of food. Her mother giggled gently. “You're in a better mood. See what wonders a shower can do?” She commented as she dished more meatloaf in Hadassah's plate. Hadassah stopped eating briefly, as the look on Aamon’s face when she stood naked in front of him flashed in her head. Her face went hot again and she quickly stuffed her mouth, hoping her mother wouldn't notice.

Emily! Mommy's archenemy! Todd clenched his fingers and said slowly, "Mommy, I'll go with you." Haley calmly replied, "You skipped class this morning, and Heidi is already upset. Be good and focus on your schoolwork." Todd lowered his head, his eyes filled with despair. He was too young; he knew he had to obey his mom’s words. But he couldn't just let her go alone to the DeRoss family. Todd took a deep breath and tapped his fingers on the keyboard. Haley heard the sound of him typing and guessed what Todd was doing. If it were before, she would definitely stop him.

His father smiles at Clyde, “I’m happy to hear that, let’s go inside it’s about time for lunch. Do you like foods?” “Yes, of course! I always eat vegetables and fruits, mom said It will make me big.” He rolls up the arm of his shirt, “look, grandpa, I have muscle and I want it to be hard like mister! I will protect my mom and chase away all the bad wolves!” “Oh-ho, how nice to hear that. You are an Alpha, once you become like him, you’ll find someone you want to protect other than your mom.” “It’s fine! I know mister won’t let my mom to be alone, he always protects us!” He giggled.

"...your father will be sent home in a body bag." To be continued...

My voice sounds awful, raw from crying. The doorknob rattles. I hear her trying the handle, but I locked it hours ago. Good. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to talk about feelings or eating or getting better. I just want to disappear. "Penelope, open this door right now," Mom says, using her stern voice. "No." There's a pause, then the sound of a key turning. Of course she has a spare key. Mom pushes the door open and steps inside, carrying a tray with soup and crackers. She takes one look at me and her face goes pale.

And the moment she came in, she arrogantly ordered me to go to the kitchen and make the hangover remedy. Just as I was about to stand up, a frustrated voice echoed in my mind, "Stop, Mommy! You're not a maid. Why should you listen to her? You're the lady of this house. Act like it. Talk back, then go upstairs and rest." My movement paused. My baby kept urging me. Taking a deep breath, I said stiffly, "Ms. Silva, have you had too much to drink? This is my home. It's not your place to tell me what to do."

Her mother stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced flick, her robe tied loosely around her waist. "Morning, Mom," Aurelia said, grabbing a crisp apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. She took a bite, the juice sweet on her tongue. "When are we going back to our house?" Selene glanced over, a diamond ring catching the light as she waved the spatula. "We're not going back there for now. The wedding's on Saturday, your mom's getting married." She thrust her hand forward, flaunting the sparkling band right in Aurelia's face.

In the end, he muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I won’t argue with you. But if anything happens to Ray, I’ll never let you off the hook!” With that, he slammed the main door and left. Mom spat in disgust before storming over to my room, banging on it twice. “Raiden Stone! Get out here! What are you playing at? Don’t want the cake. Door locked. What do you think you’re doing?” Another enduring silence and Mom blew her top. “If you dare, then don’t ever come out!” She panted heavily, then turned to Bella. “What are you looking at? Go and do your homework!”

Mom had specially prepared a huge spread to welcome her. At the table, Mom sat right next to me to keep me in check. Ms. Hurst took a bite of Mom's cooking and nodded approvingly. "Eleanor, your cooking is really wonderful." Before Mom could even respond, I jumped in and nodded eagerly. "That goes without saying! Mom's always secretly watching cooking videos when she's supposed to be working. That's how she got so good at this. Here, give it a try." Ms. Hurst froze for a moment and didn't say anything.

I was sore all over and hungover. “How the hell do you not have a hangover right now?” I asked Monica and she smiled sweetly at me. “I have an antidote; I can make you one.” Slowly, I dropped my socked feet into my slides and gingerly walked to the bathroom to pee. “If it includes raw eggs, I don’t want it anymore,” I said to Monica concerning her antidote. Monica was silent, then, “Your mom is asking when you’ll be home for the holidays!”