Josuke Mother Novels & Stories

“No... Please, don’t... It’s nothing...” “Ma’am, these injuries aren’t from you.” Yosuke clarified as well. “And she’s really fine, she just needs to catch her breath.” Nozomi’s mother looked at Nozomi to seek confirmation. When Nozomi nodded, her mother smiled gratefully. Deep wrinkles at the corner of her eyes crinkled. “My precious daughter…” Her mother got back up to cup Nozomi's cheeks and stroke Nozomi's hair lovingly. She struggled to find the words to express her pride and joy, so she ended up just shaking her head. “What would I do without you… I’m such a useless mother…”

Joshua “She isn't your mother, Josh. Get that into your head.” Jude sat cross-legged in my sala, sipping a flute of red wine. He stared at me long, one brow raised. I opened my mouth but he shut it with the raise of his palm. “Shut up. I don't want to hear it," he said. I sank into a seat and hugged a throw pillow to death. I sighed. “I know she isn't my mother, Jude,” I said exasperatedly.

I take a deep breath and do my best to calm myself. “What’s your full name?” Aaron questions moving over in a rolling chair to look Hanzo over like he’s inspecting him. “Hanzo Emrys Bushida, just like my mother,” Hanzo answers then nods to a Japanese woman sitting at the table, she instantly goes white. She has long black hair and very similar features to Hanzo just more elegant. “Aiko Bushida?” Aaron questions looking to the woman like it was an accusation. “Hanzo is my son,” she admits watching Hanzo with fear flooding her eyes.

I tried to summarize Akio. Mom frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Is this girl American?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I know my mom isn’t fond of the idea of being getting involved with American women. She still hasn’t fully let go of what the country did to her, my dad, and other citizens that are of Japanese descent during the war. “No, mom. She's Japanese. Akio Yoshida.” I answer, smiling just thinking about her.

I feel his anger rise through our link, and Josie is suddenly awake as well. Jenna looks to her mother. “Why?” she asks. “Why what?” her mother replies. “Why would you take a chance to harm us?” she asks her mother. Her mother looks at her sadly. “When your father died, a part of me died as well. I have found love again and I will stop at nothing to make my chosen mate proud of me,” she says as she tries to get out of the bed.