Like A Mother Book Novels & Stories

She bit her lips slightly as she dropped the other books and picked only the 'Diary of the witches' to read. It oddly reminded her of her mother, who like other mothers made crazy stories about the witches, and Arieses, who were the watchmen or spies of the witches. While other women told tales, her mother made it always about her. It made the story look more real and feel more scary. The thrill brought other omegas sitting in front of the servants quarters every night. She turned round the shelf to get a seat and was met with shock when suddenly she saw a large figure on one of the chairs. Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly.

My mother truly is thoughtful she is currently sitting next to the bed in a recliner reading a book to the unconscious girl. Destin and I walk into the room he seems uninterested because he dives onto the lounge and lays up while he turns the tv onto some type of sport channel. My mother looks up from the book and gives me a warm smile. She gives me a hug she squeezes me as if she does not want to let me go. She takes the girls hand in hers again my mother seems to have a connection with this girl already.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

Caelum turned the book to look at its cover and read what was written there. The title made his eyes cringe as he wondered why his mother was on such a book and, more importantly, what she might have done to cause her such punishment. It was the book of great defaulters and lost souls. That was really some title and sure as hell was not giving cool vibes. Caelum opened the first page with a finger between the page where his mother's picture was so he did not miss it. He started reading what started with an explanation of what the book was all about.

She's like that with the people she loves. "It must be because you're electric," I comment, looking at her with my arms crossed against my chest. "I'm not electric." Abby answers, throwing herself back on the pillows at the headboard. “Are you going to read a book too? Will I have two stories?” I hold back a laugh. I'm not going to read books about whales, I'm thinking about telling better stories. “Not about whales.” I say, my gaze fixed on her. My mother puts on her glasses and flips through the book, as if looking for a good story. She leans back in her chair when she seems to find one.

"Is this the world's slowest escape attempt? If so shall I order tea before pursuing you this time?" His sarcasm prickled her pride. "I simply wish to find a book to read. It would help to pass the time." His eyes stayed on hers. She let her honest intentions shine from her eyes. She truly did just want to read. Her mother had taught her the pleasure of books. As a child she'd been a wild hoyden. Her father had indulged her in every boyish entertainment from riding to climbing trees and fishing. But as much as she loved to catch a perch and haul it into the boat with her father, something magical overcame her while reading with her mother. They'd curl up on the worn couch, find one of the la

I know he is going to be an excellent father. I’m terrified of becoming a mother though. As much as I want to be a mother, I don’t have the first clue on how to be one. I don’t even have a good reference point on how to be a good mom. Renata has been so sweet and wonderful in helping me understand things about babies, when they are born and what to expect. The books don’t tell you everything and she has made it a point to fill in the gaps, so to speak.

Scarlett stared at the book before her. She came back home after the surprising incident with her father and now sitting in the living room of her apartment with her mother's book. Her mind was loaded with several thoughts, especially things that happen around her today. "Mama was the writer of this book and from uncle Tyler's explanation, it seems mama was a perfumer." She talked to herself.

Fuck no, but I didn’t want anything happening to her or her girls on my watch. It had barely been a day but I already missed the feel of her soft body against mine. Her delicate hands. The need to keep her with me was unexpected. And her girls. It was fascinating to watch all four of them interact. Lilly was a lioness around her girls, protective and firm. Unlike some other mothers I knew. My ex-wife. My mood instantly darkened. “I like her.” My mother’s soft voice announced, and for a fraction of a second, I thought she was talking about my ex. “And her girls are adorable.”

Chapter 34: Crybaby I smiled and nodded. “Was it weird? That is what my mother used to tell me, I saw her do everything for my father. My mother was very loving and sweet and never shouted in the house. She takes care of him, serves him, and always listens to what he says. That's what women should do.” He stood behind me and asked, “Do you want that? If being like that makes them like you, do you like you?” I looked at myself, do I like myself?