If Your Mother Only Knew Novels & Stories

Still, I couldn't help but be shocked to hear it straight from my mother's mouth. Mama chuckled upon seeing my reaction. "If you're wondering how I knew, it's simply because I am your mother and you are my daughter. You may not realize it and I may not have shown it, but every move you make, even the simplest thing, I know what it means."

But mothers always notice. “Mom… Dad…” My voice came out strained, fragile. “I’m just going to the powder room.” I didn’t wait for a response. If I did, I might have shattered right there. I stood quickly, chair scraping softly against the floor, and walked away with controlled urgency. Each step felt heavier than the last, like my body was fighting against something invisible yet suffocating. I could feel my mother’s eyes on my back. She knew. She had always known. They say mother knows best and a mother’s instinct is cruelly accurate.

“Mate hurt. Needs help. Must help mate.” Does he know who my mate is? No. That can’t be possible. The child calmly replies, “Yes. I know mate, but mommy says no tell.” Oh, great. Just when I think I can trick this kid into telling me who my mate is, his mother won’t let him say anything to me. Ugh…. If I knew who his mother was, I would…. The child instantly demands, “Do what to mommy? No hurt mommy. No. Bad. Very Bad.”

To win the money for my heart surgery, my mother—a PhD in artificial intelligence—entered a televised quiz show. After answering nine questions correctly, she faced the easiest one: “What does AI stand for?” “Alien Internet,” she answered. Everyone froze. It was the final question, and the prize money was the only thing that could save my life. The host gave her another chance. My family begged her to reconsider. Doctors warned that my heart could stop at any moment. But my mother refused to change her answer. She thought this was the perfect time to teach our family a lesson. She never knew my heart was about to give out. I couldn't wait for her anymore.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

My mother, who could handle a boardroom of hostile shareholders without flinching, had stumbled on a single sentence about being on a university campus. She'd known where I was. She'd known which building. She'd appeared at the exact moment, and I'd been so caught off guard by seeing her there that I hadn't stopped to ask myself the question I should've asked first. How did she know? I couldn’t shake it. The question just kept buzzing in my head. My mom never left anything to chance. She always had a plan, always seemed to know stuff before anyone else. I used to think that was impressive, but tonight, it just freaked me out.

- said my mother determined. —I forbid you to say this to her—I noted as I approached my mother. —if she must know, it will be because of me and no one else; everyone has already played enough with our lives. —When she comes back, I will know if she is my MATE and if she is, the rest doesn't matter. —And if she isn't, son,—said my father, looking at me.

Way harder. “OW! Mom!” She shrugs. “If you want to knock sense into him, you gotta get it in there.” And just like that, she’s back to making cake. “Is this really how you would’ve parented me? Just hit me every time I screw up?” I ask. “Of course not,” Dad says. “We’d talk. Guide you to the right choice. Do everything we could to help you want to choose the right thing.” Mom doesn’t even turn around. “Yeah, well, we don’t have that kind of time now. So we’re skipping ahead to beating it into you.”

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

"You are stronger than you know." "Please tell me. I don't know what to do," I pleaded. “Your mate will help and walk the path with you," my mother finally said. “My mate?” I repeated, confused. She nodded, but her form was already fading. "Be brave, my darling, and always know that I am with you." “Wait! Mom!” I screamed, reaching for her. “Who is he? Tell me!” But she vanished, leaving only the lingering glow. What did she mean by my mate?