Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Moms

She was very clear that he was just a child. A child never listened to the adults. She thought of her three kids and sighed. " Then go back and tell him not to do it again." "Okay, I will tell him. But I want to tell you another thing." Harry replied. " What is it?" "Let's have dinner together at night, and then Mom will take you shopping." " Shopping. What for?" She asked and frowned." Why not? Women love shopping and you're not an exemption" " But…" " I'll pick you up later"

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

My mother tried on scarves and bought expensive perfume and chatted about wedding details. “I’m thinking soft peach for the bridesmaid dresses,” she said as we browsed a vintage shop. “What do you think?” “Sounds nice.” “You’re not even looking.” I forced myself to focus on the dress she was holding. “It’s beautiful, Mom. Really.” She set it down, studying me. “Okay, what’s going on?” “Nothing.” “Elena. I’m your mother. I know when something’s wrong.” Everything, I wanted to say. Everything is wrong.

That was why she still hadn't realized that her mother was gone. However, Yelena wasn't the type to reflect on herself, so that left all of the blame squarely on Phillip. "You've enjoyed so much, but that all comes at a price. Do you seriously think she loves you so much that she can't live without you? Those few seconds earlier? That was probably the peak of your life right there. I wish you luck!" Yelena was completely oblivious to what I said to Phillip. "Impossible! There's no way Mom is dead! She's definitely fine! I'm heading back to see her now. I'm going to bring her here and have her listen for herself what her beloved son-in-law is saying about her!"

Harry said. He took the suitcase and held his mother's hand and walked out in style because he knew he had the power. Harry considered her mother like her goddess. He was so close to her from childhood till now and she never raised a hand to him no matter what Harry had done. She pampered and showered him with a lot of love. She never raised her voice to him and that made him respect her even more.

Harry muttered. Just then, a maid stepped in with some snacks and drinks and right after she left Jake Conat's mother stepped in exuding elegance. Harry had always been afraid of the elderly woman, although she always wore a kind smile whenever he saw her, her eyes were almost soulless and cold, dark even. "Hey boys, what are you talking about?" she muttered, joining them on a sofa across. It wasn't rare that she was talking to them. She did talk to them occasionally whenever they came visiting her son.

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

Camera lights flashed incessantly as microphones pushed toward her face. "Ms. Whitaker, we heard that you found Mr. York to donate bone marrow to your son. Is this true?" Before she could answer, several more microphones were thrust at her. "Is there a secret relationship between you and Mr. York? The success rate for non-blood relative matches is extremely low. Could the child be Mr. York's illegitimate son?" "Yesterday, your husband and Mr. York had an argument at the hospital. Was it because he discovered the child isn't biologically his?"

I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice not to break right now. “Want to see if Chris is down for a movie marathon tonight? I’ll buy the snacks,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “It’ll be just like old times.” Chris was sitting in the row behind us, surely a middle finger to my mother. “Did I hear movie marathon and Chris?” his voice sounded from behind me. “Harry Potter?” “Hell yes!” Chris whisper-yelled, causing my mothers head to spin around like something straight out of a movie. If looks could kill; Chris would have been dead the moment her eyes met his.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”