Isekai Mom Novels & Stories

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ JAIME'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I didn't expect to meet Mimo here in the hospital. However, my sister was busy and couldn't accompany our mother to her consultation, so I decided instead. My mom has Posttraumatic Stress Disorder that led to paralysis, which she got when our father left us.

Kendra cooed and hugged her again. Isabella hugged and held her tightly. Few minutes later. "So mom, any man you're interested in lately? Do you have a boyfriend so I'll know how to prepare myself?" Kendra asked excitedly. "No. I have no time for guys. I'm not even interested in them." Isabella replied simply. "Oh why? It'll be nice to have a boyfriend." Kendra pouted. "Then get one yourself." Isabella eyed her. "Mom!" Kendrick called. Isabella turned her head towards Kendrick's direction. She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face, it's the first time Kendrick is calling her 'mom.'

It looks like he really likes the game of chess. "You really like chess, huh?" Isis grinned. "A master in chess, a friend of my Mom, taught me when I was a kid." "Speaking of which, does your Mom know what your Dad is making you do?" Suddenly, the emotion disappeared from Isis’ face. "She already passed away." "Oh."

The waiter pushed the cake cart in. Ethan took a deep breath and walked to Sam and Sophia, trying to sound calm. "Buddy, be good. Time to make a wish." With everyone watching, Sam held onto Sophia, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands. "I wish... I could have a new mom! I want to be with the Real Mommy forever!" As his words fell. The entire top-floor suite fell into dead silence. The guests looked at each other in shock. Ethan's face turned ashen.

“And you must be—” “I’m her stepmother,” Ericka cut in. “Ohhh,” Margarette said, eyes widening. “So you’re the so-called witch—I mean, stepmom—of my bestie. You actually look nice, though. Nice to meet you!” She even leaned in for a polite cheek kiss. I chose to ignore the comment. “That food’s for Ericka, right? It looks amazing. Can I have some—” “Margarette!” Ericka snapped. “What? I just want to try Tita’s cooking.”

Just the same bolded subject line staring back at me. A firm knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, sharp and insistent. “Come in,” I said flatly, my voice already edged with exhaustion and resentment. I didn’t bother getting up or fixing my messy bedhead. Mom stepped inside, her expression more determined this time, jaw set in a way that made my stomach drop. She didn’t sit on the bed like she usually would during our talks. No attempt at softening the blow with a hug or a hand on my shoulder. She stood near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was steeling herself for battle.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

I open my mouth to answer, but the knock on the door interrupts before I get the chance. “Isaiah, dear, I was wondering. Oh my. I am so sorry. Did I interrupt something?” Mom says walking in with dad hot on her heels and Aiden not far behind him. “No, no. King Edor, this is my esteemed parents Isabella and Elijah, the former King and Queen. And my Second in Command, Aiden.” I present as I stand with a smile. I could kiss my mom. She plays a very excellent empty headed woman when she wants to be. The impeccable picture of a mother not thinking straight.

She patted Ada's head and said lowly, "I was backing you up; that's why I lied about being your mummy. You should continue calling me Ma'am in the future." Ada's smile fell instantly. She pouted and said aggrievedly, "Why don't you want to be my mommy? Do you not like me?" "Certainly not," Kisa smiled while wiping away the tears on Ada's face. She said softly, "Of course I like you. It's just that I can't be your mom." "Why is that?" Ada frowned at her. She could not understand why Kisa refused to be her mom if she liked her. Kisa felt resigned and said, "Because I'm not the person who birthed and raised you. What'll happen to your real mom when she returns? Wouldn't she be sad when she find