Like A Mother Book Novels & Stories

She was a sight to look at. "You can try out the books in my library. I'm sure you'll find one that piques your interest. I read a book titled 'Coping with the boss'. It's a romance novel written by ObsessedInk_writer and it's very interesting. I honestly enjoyed my read. You can read it too. I'm sure you will enjoy it too. We can even read together and discuss the storyline when we are done reading. It will be fun!" She clapped her hands and giggled. Then just as fast as it had been for her to smile, a frown took over and she dropped her gaze. "I used to do that with my mom before she got so busy." "Where are your parents? What do they do?" I decided to ask, curious to know.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

I ask. “What bogey man? Silly girl.” He ruffles my hair. Just like mummy does whenever I eat my greens. He keeps reminding me off Mummy. “My mom is in there.” His mom? I want to see his mom? Is she like mummy? I’ve not met anyone’s mom before. “What is she doing there?” “She likes to read in there. We have a huge library. Really cool. Come.” He tugs my hand. Does she like to read? Maybe she can read to me?

Nat jeered as she pulled away. I stepped back and grabbed her hands, looking over her beautiful and kind face. She may be twice my age, but you wouldn’t tell it just by looking at her. Roe is wonderfully preserved for her age and could easily pass as a young thirties. Maybe that is why I have been able to bond with her so well. I don’t see her as the scary mother in-law and instead just see a friend, a confidante. “I love you, you know that. You’re the Mum that I always wanted” I told her. The sincerity in my voice was undeniable. Because it’s true. I adore her and couldn’t have asked for a better motherly figure.

I nervously stutter, “p-please, let me explain!” Uncrossing her arms, my mother bends down and reaches for the book. “Well, well. What do we have here?” A knot forms in my throat. “Hmm, it looks like you have been busy. Let me see that.” The tips of my mother’s fingers reach out for the book. In horror, I watch as the tattered book trembles and levitate off the floor. Her beautiful blue eyes become dark as coal. Aunt Victoria’s eyes bulge. Before I can question how or why, a deep growl expels from her chest, “Go, Katrina! Now!”

For the first time since the bond formed, I feel like I can breathe. "This is nice," I say. "What is?" "This. Quiet. No pressure. No audience." I look at him. "Just us." "That's the point." He finishes his bread. Picks up a book from the table beside him. Old. Worn from reading. "This was my mother's. My birth mother." "What is it?" "Poetry. Legends. Stories about the Moon Goddess." He opens it carefully. "She used to read it to me. Or so I'm told. I don't actually remember her."

It was as if she only asked that question in passing. They came back home, and my mother went into my room for the first time in her life. Books were strewn about haphazardly on my desk. She picked up a random one and flicked through a few pages. After a beat, she clenched her knuckles. I highlighted a lot of points in the chapters outlining the effects of biological families on a person and thoughts of self-harm. The pages were hanging to the spine loosely and would get torn out if someone so much as tugged them the wrong way.

She only cared about my image, not my wellbeing. ‘Mother you cried the most then.’ ‘oh dear. The holy book says to err is human and to forgive is divine.’ She patted my head as if I was still her little boy. ‘Since when do you start reading the holy book mother?’ ‘don't bother yourself with that baby. You know I am getting old. I need my grand babies.’ ‘Mother don't worry I will find the best lady to give you grandbabies when I am ready.’ I murmured, removing her hand from my head.

"Solitude is a great advisor." "And why is that?" he frowns. "Okay, I'll tell you all about her, you're curious," he gives me a smile after taking a deep breath. "She's the sweetest woman in the world, well... A bit obsessive in control, but she's the best mother in the world." Oh, I'm lost! "But... are you sure she'll like me someday, ah...? Mothers are a bit complicated," I narrow my eyes, feeling a bit nervous. "I'll be clear, what would happen if your family doesn't like me."

Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her.