Novel & Cerita Impregnating My Mother

He closed the door once I did get in before joining me around the other side. In this confined space, his chai scent was so much more potent. It smelled just like my mother’s recipe. It was not great for him to smell so delicious because I would end up embarrassing myself just to catch a whiff. I was too young when everything happened for my mother to really explain beloved bonds in detail. I had no idea who to really ask about them without looking incompetent. That was all that I needed.

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

I nodded, turning to look at my mom. She put her arm around my shoulder and walked with us to the door. I grabbed my phone and cross body bag off the table next to the door and my sunglasses from the little bowl I kept them in. “Now, drive carefully, Dr. Joplin,” my mother said, her arm still draped around me. “I know you can put her back together, but I’d just as soon keep her in one piece. She’s more fragile than the other young ladies you’re used to working with.” “Yes, Mrs. Findley,” Jamie replied, smiling at my mother hen. I could feel my face turning red. Why did my mother have to be so embarrassing?

But she is still my mother. I don't have a father; I thought I lost my mother as well. Now that she is on the right side, and isn't being beaten black and blue, we are able to work on healing our relationship. Nobody can judge me for making a relationship with my mum until they thought they lost their parents! "Time for traditions." My mother calls in a happy sing song voice. "Something old!" Mum says, showing me a gorgeous rose flower hair grip that she had worn on her wedding, as did my grandmother, "and something borrowed."

JADEN The scent of old bark trees, burning lavender, and polished incense wrapped around me the moment I stepped into the study. Mother always kept this room like a sanctuary, quiet and untouched by time and presence, a temple of thought. I hadn't told anyone I was coming; it's meant to be a surprise. Cheesy, yes, especially considering the fact that my brothers and I were parents now and I had pulled a tantrum and hated my mom the most for dividing us all, but the more I grew, the more I understood her, and after becoming a parent myself, I appreciated her more. Something inside me just pulled me here, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, I couldn't. Mother needed me.

Without giving him time to respond, I leave the office with Flavio behind me. On the way to grandpa's house, I keep thinking about everything that man said. I never thought my father could do something as low as kidnapping my mother just to make her take care of me as her own child. When we reach our destination, I quickly go up to my room and decide to take a shower to relax and think clearly. Inside, I can't help but punch the tiles over and over until my fist starts to bleed. I can't even imagine all the suffering my mother has endured because of my father's selfishness; she has been just another victim.

My father wasn’t perfect, but elders were supposed to be perfect. Then it hit me. If one elder, who is a lycan, could break away from his character, what else could be done? My eyes darted to my mother who was silently reeling. I slowly walked up to her and sat beside her. She was slowly rocking back and forth as I placed my arm around her and pulled her close to me. Her perfume hit me as it brought back nostalgic feelings of my childhood. She still hadn’t changed it after all this time. “What is it, mother?”

“I am your toy. Use me. Breed me. Ruin me.” My mother was completely broken and remade. And I had never been happier.

Trying to suppress the memories that haunt my sleep. A knock at my door, breaks me from my thoughts, and I realize that there are tears streaming down my face. Wiping my cheeks with the palms of my hands, I clear my throat. “Come in.” My mother’s slender frame comes through my doorway. “I know this is not what you wanted,” she whispers. “But you will be crowned tomorrow.” I only nod in response and turn my gaze back to the flames in the fireplace. Taking another swig of the whiskey, I wait for her to leave but she lingers just within the doorway. “Is there anything else, Mother?” I growl.

Noah I pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.