Impregnating My Mother Novels & Stories

And I craved every second. My mother started following me sometimes. She prayed more fervently. She lit candles for my soul every day. But nothing could stop us now. We were addicted. Obsessed. Damned. And the final fall was coming.

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

Anything except dead. “Win or lose,” I promised. “I will come back to Emberfall.” my father breathed out like the words had given him something to hold. My mother came to my side then. She touched my cheek, her eyes shining but steady. My mother did not hold me as tightly as my father had, but somehow her touch hurt just as much. “You carry too many people now,” my mother whispered. “Do not forget to carry yourself.” I replied, “I won’t,” even though my voice shook. My mother’s eyes softened like she knew I was still learning how.

The vibration shot straight from my chest to my gut. I found the keys in her messy bag and opened the door. The apartment was small but clean. As I tucked her into bed, her hand shot out, unconsciously grabbing my sleeve. It took some effort to pry her fingers loose. Before leaving, I placed a glass of water and two aspirin on her nightstand. The next day, at the Landini estate. "You're late," my mother said, her face stern, from her seat at the head of the table. "It's exactly seven," I said, taking off my jacket and handing it to Franco.

Gently threading my fingers through my mother's hair, I tenderly swept the silver strands from her weary features. "Mother," I whispered, the weight of my vow tethering each word to the air, "I promise you, with every shred of my being, I'll find Crystal and bring her back to us, breathing, living. Alright? Just... trust me, please. I've got a plan, a real one, but you're better off not knowing the edges of it—it's safer that way." With a swift motion, my mother sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Mirroring her, I struggled to follow, pushing down hard with my hands to find leverage against the bed frame, my pregnant belly forcing me to muster extra strength just to lift myse

If she did not do that, she knew that her mother would not take it lightly with the assistant. " Do you like it?" She asked and looked at her daughter with a smile. " Of course mom, I do!" She said and smiled but inwardly, all she wanted was just to buy it and leave. " Then try a few more." Her mother said excitedly while she gasped. She thought she had seen it all but she was seeing something else. Why should it be now that she was very embarrassed? She thought and itched her hair thinking of what to say but unfortunately, she could not think of any excuse at the moment.

he interjected. "Was," I corrected, my expression turning solemn, a shadow passing over my gaze as I spoke of my mother's passing. My voice softened as I ventured deeper into my past. "The day after my mother passed away, my father immediately married Vespera, my stepmother. And then, about a year later, Emberlyn came along. That girl with the crossbow you saw hanging around my dad yesterday? Yeah, that's her."

It sounded like he was expressing his love for her, I could tell he had a thing for my mother cause from time to time I will catch him looking at my mother like he was in love with her. I hate this so much, not only have the rouges taken my mother away from me, but they also took her away from Beta Winston. My mother could have had a second chance of happiness. Damn those rouges to hell, once the services were over I approached my mother coffin, there I stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead. I close it up and the warriors carry my mother coffin, and we all walk to where my mother is going to be bury at.

There was a feeling of longing mixed with sadness when she entered this room, and she cursed herself for being too busy arguing with Erick to notice the faint scent of her late mother still lingering in this place. "Mom …" ***

I growled lowly. I walked to my vanity, and grabbed my favourite coconut oil. My mother had made me addicted to the damn thing, claiming that though we were wolves, it didn’t mean we had to look like we were pigs. That had resonated, and now, I was obsessed. I pampered my body with it, and then, suddenly, an image of her applying it on him greeted me from my mind’s eye. My hands trembled as I almost dropped the oil on the floor, but caught it just in time.