Good Mother 2 Novels & Stories

Mother closed her eyes before she spoke. “I never taught you how to love anyone or admit when you were wrong.” She let her burned hands fall to her sides, and her voice became calm. “I lost the right to call myself Elena’s mother. I do not know how to keep being yours. Go with your father, Sofia. I do not want to see you again.” Sofia reached for her, crying, but Mother turned away and walked back to my casket.

"You little whore." I let out a cold laugh, tore off the earpiece, and tossed it into the churning sea. "Three." "Two." "One." "May you two… stick together, forever and ever."

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

Then, he put the call on speaker. “Don Hill, I have your woman and child, as well as your brother’s widow and son.” He glanced at a length of fuse coiled on the floor and continued, “The bomb goes off in ten minutes. You don’t have much time. You can only save two.” Hilary screamed. “James! Save me! Save our child!” I saw Xavier open his eyes, but he didn’t cry. He only listened, small and still. On the other end, James’s breathing was heavy. A long, hollow three seconds passed before he spoke, flat and final.

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

Then she adds, “But this first time? I’m going to take you hard and fast, so your body knows exactly who it belongs to. Now get on the bed and spread your legs.” Shit. There’s my Mommy. “Yes, ma’am,” I whimper, scrambling onto the bed. By the time I’m settled, she’s naked. No barriers between us. Her scent—mingled with mine—is dizzying. I can see the glistening of her slick between her thighs and it makes something deep in me clench and release. “Toys?” she asks. “Box on the dresser,” I say, breathless. She walks over, laughs when she sees the brand. “Joyboxx? Seriously?”

He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and leaves. “Mother!” I look over to her, “what is wrong with you, that was so rude”, “I needed to show him who’s boss, I can’t watch my daughter go through another heart break”, “ok…..I guess, you could have at least shook hands with him, I’ve been telling him how sweet you are, that was mortifying”, “Good, now he knows not to mess with you, or me”. I quickly send Daniel a message, ‘I’m so sorry, my mum’s been abducted by aliens and has been replaced by a dragon!”

"Martin, are you even human? Those are Mom's ashes! You killed her to please Waverly, and now you've scattered her remains too. Are you happy now?" Martin's eyes widened in shock, and he immediately told everyone to stop throwing things away. With trembling hands, he called his department, and moments later, his expression grew heavy. Just when I thought he might feel remorse, he suddenly ordered people to snatch the urn from my hands. I held on tight, sobbing loudly. "Martin, what are you doing? That's Mom's urn! She's your own mother! Make them let go! Let go!" Martin took the urn from them, staring down at me with cold disappointment as I fell apart on the floor. "What kind of terrible th

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”