Impregnate Mother の小説・ストーリー

Tobias grunts, clearly unhappy about that, his mother looks at him and he nods, “Yes, Mother.” She nods and pats his shoulder, “Put her upstairs before it’s dark, she’ll need to be warmer to have a better chance to conceive.” He nods, “Yes, Mother.” Well, that’s not good. She wants a baby, her baby. One way or another. But she still has the implant, right? So Sansom might as well be shooting blanks, and her men wouldn’t have been able to get her pregnant. Unless they beat the ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance of not getting pregnant. They have been having a lot of sex lately, but the odds are astronomical. His mother nods,

“That’s right, Carys. I didn’t tell you before to give you a surprise.” His response left me scratching my head. Was I wrong about Bryan again? Did he really love Mom? As I debated in my head, Mom grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We should just be a family, Carys. I know you can’t accept him right now, but I’m carrying his baby.” As much as the situation was upsetting, Mom was pregnant. I would always be sympathetic to Mom. So, I nodded at her. Overjoyed, Mom threw herself into Bryan’s arms.

“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.”

My mother's loud footsteps stormed up the staircase and she flung the door open. Her hair was faded with age, her face wrinkled with a lifetime that hadn't been good to her. Anger quickly crossed her face as she pushed me onto my back, squishing poor little Julian in the process. A muffled squeak escaped him and my mother looked around sniffing the air as if catching his scent. Vampires gave off a distinctly strong scent, like wet earth and vanilla mixed.

I was never this possessive over Jarek. "It is difficult when the mate bond kicks in," my mother tells me as she easily lifts Ward into his bed. "You will eventually become less protective over him." I nod my head as I climb into bed with Ward and wrap my arms around his body. The feel of the mate bond is soothing the jealousy that is raging through my body. Deep down I know that my mother doesn't want Ward but seeing her touch him set off a wave of jealousy unlike anything that I have ever felt before.

“The truth.” I could see Mother was bordering on panic. She spread her hands in resignation. “My brain was genetically and biologically enhanced beyond anything nature could ever achieve.” She paused, wringing her hands, one over the other. “You were cloned…to take over my role if the program ever got back on track.”

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

"The one that was supposed to weaken him until he died alone and forgotten." "That's enough," I growl, standing up. "But you see, curses don't simply disappear when inconvenient like my son's just did," my mother continues, ignoring me completely. Her eyes are fixed on Mariah now, emotionless and cruel. "They transfer. To mates. To bonds formed in ignorance, who knows." Mariah's face goes white, she turns to me. "What is she talking about?" My mother leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carries more menace than her earlier shouting.

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."

“Come here darling…come sit on your husband’s lap.” Denae entangled her hands in front of her, rooted in her place by the door. “N-No…I don’t…I don’t want that.” “I see…gentleness has never worked on you…I forgot that you were a masochist…just like your mother.” Denae looked up at him, the tears gathered in her eyes finally spilling. She knew what he was going to say next, he had said it so many times…and it was more painful every single time. “Please don’t…”