Like A Mother Book Novels & Stories

She'd even sworn that Elliot would love her no matter what she looked like. And now? She had literally turned into the one person Elliot had always wanted most, his own mother. Yet, here he was… doing everything he could to drive her away. I couldn't resist stirring the pot. "Elliot, how can you say that? She's your beloved Diana and your mom. That's two of your favorite people rolled into one. Shouldn't you like her even more now?" Her face twisted in fury. One would even suspect she could hear my conversation with the system as she spat, "I knew it. You're the one behind all of this! Amber Loft, who were you talking to just now?

It really helps the book and also helps me as an Author to grow and write better for you. Happy mother's day to all the mummies. With all my love, Evw

“Meanwhile, you have a chat with Alexa.” Jonathan opened white the door leading to his mother’s room. The place was the cleanest it could get since his mother was such a clean freak. Several classic novels like Shakespeare, Jane Austen, and Leo Tolstoy decked on the vanished wooden shelves. Either his mother read books in her spare time or would knit sweaters for the Christmas season, as she did right now. His heart wedged painfully in his chest, looking at her again. She gained a few pounds as she tended to comfort foods to deviate from her stress. Unlike his wife would eat nothing when something worried her.

She can't seem to concentrate on the library. Maybe it's the book. She thought. She got up and started searching for another book to read. It excites her to gain knowledge on things she never knew before. She saw a book titled "My Mother " Her interest piqued. She picked the book and stared at the book cover. A sketch of a pregnant woman was drawn on it. Will this book teach how babies are made? Will it teach the signs and symptoms of an expectant mother? How to be a mother?

As much as she didn't want to give in to her curiosity, she found herself, getting consumed by it, and she could only concur. "This is grimoire, a spell book." Her mother whispered back, not after looking around, to make sure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversations. Octavia stared at her mom confusingly, wondering what could be the use of a blank book. She had seen the book before, she had opened it from page to page, but never got to see anything, how is it a spell book, when nothing is written on it? Gulping down the lump in her throat, she sighed frustratingly, staring down at the book in her hands. However, as much as she wanted to question her, she just couldn't bring herse

I can say that I am not feeling comfortable with me touching my feet when I remove my hands from holding it the feeling seems so fine but then as I try to touch it again the pain began to appear “Mom what is this...?” I ask my mother who also looks so shocked about what she saw this kind of thing never happened even in the books of the library Yes it seems like I've been talking about the library for a long while but then that library is no simple library. Even if our village is quite small, that library is so big that it have many books. Things about wolves, things about ordinary situations, things about the information you can gather all around this village, things about the history, thing

“ What the? How is that possible?” She might have not been paying attention to her mother's teachings but she was sure that her mother did write down the soul-fetching array in one of these books!

She was as afraid as a lonely kitten, but her words just decided to contradict what she was feeling. Linda laughed. "I like that," she said and laughed, walking around to face her. "You know what? I like you. Like, really. You're…uhm… You remind me of my mother in some sort of way." Lillian felt a little bit relieved. "Where is your mother?" "Heaven, frowning down at me," she simply answered and smiled. Lillian frowned, not getting what she just said.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

I gave her a quick hello and headed to the kitchen to help Mom with the vegetables. My anger flared up when I heard Grandma still going off about Mom to Dad. I tore the leaves so roughly that they ended up a tangled mess. "She's nuts. If she wants a son so badly, why doesn't she just have one herself? Maybe she'd be some kind of miracle mom at her age," I muttered under my breath. Mom stayed quiet, focused on chopping the meat. That was weird. Usually, she'd scold me for talking like that and tell me to respect my elders.