Invincible Mom Name Novels & Stories

He said he couldn’t forgive the High Council, even if no one from the old High Council was on it anymore. My mom was no slouch either. She was known as The Huntress in her younger days. She picked the name back up a few years ago when she started doing missions for them again. She had been hurt pretty bad in a previous war. There are still details she wouldn’t tell me, but apparently Grandpa and Dad saved her. For a long time, she had to take steroid shots but now, she was just as strong, if not stronger than she used to be. Grandpa was pissed when he found out she was going back into the field. But honestly, it would pale in comparison to Dad finding out. He would be livid.

“Yes! And I escaped! Can you call my mommy now?” The first policeman crouched down. “Okay, buddy. Who’s your mommy?” I smiled big. “She’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Her name is Shawna Lancaster, CEO of Lancaster Empire.”

I don’t know what it is that she went through but I have always known that my mother is stronger than she lets on. “I named you Renia because you are like a miracle to me. I didn’t think it was possible for me to ever give birth and then you came along. You saved me from me. It was like you were given to me to show me that I could still be happy, that I could still have the family I have always wanted. I literally became a new person when you arrived. I was reborn and I have dedicated my entire life to both you and Lucy.”

Sally Oakley to sound like Annie Oakley, but not be so obvious. “Sharp-shooting babes,” Momma says. “No-one ever sees them coming.” That was the name she signed on the motel register, and when anyone asked she said my name was Rainbow. Because of course a young, dumb teen mom would call her child something like this. A pretty name, a joke name. A name better suited to a fluffy new kitten or a dapple-grey pony. You can almost see the big pink bow.

Tall and lanky hunched into her seat on one side, almost Gertrude's height even sitting, while portly and round, with tiny glasses she couldn't possibly see a thing out of, perched on the other, sausage fingers picking at her lower lip over and over. "This is Elegance Faster," Mom gestured to giant witch. Elegance? Holy. Her mom had a terrible sense of humor. "And Periwinkle Rhodes." Seriously. What was wrong with witches and naming their kids? Every witch mother needed to be taken out and shaken vigorously. My own included.

"My mommy's name is not Nicole. Her name is Niki!" Suddenly, the Riddles fell silent.

How could they do this to my mom? “ This kid needs a belt.” “My name is Rome and my mother is Serene. I am here to see my grandfather. Take me to him now.”

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

"Perfect except for the ventilator and the wires and the—" "Perfect," Mom repeated firmly. "Her size doesn't change that." She reached through the porthole. Touched Evie's hand. "Hi Evelyn Bella. I'm your Oma. You're named after me, did you know that? No pressure, but you better live up to it." Despite everything, I smiled. "Did you just pressure our premature baby to be successful?" "She's a Sterling. Success is in her DNA." --- Dr. Chen did afternoon rounds.

"Kry? No, she's being stubborn. She said she'd visit that girl in Florida after the reunion and personally bring her back." I stared at the phone on the bed. It was strange to hear my mom's middle name, Fortaleza. Could there be a possibility that my mom was related to the Fortalezas Isaiah mentioned? Or maybe it was just a coincidence of surnames? That couldn't be, my mom came from a wealthy family.