Like A Mother Book Novels & Stories

EVE. "Mum? You're making a big deal out of nothing, I promise," I said, opening the next page of the book I was reading, with my highlighter in hand. “It is a big deal!” she snapped from across the room. “Those kinds of books mess with your head. They make you rebellious. Those were written by people who have no respect for human feelings, baby.” She sounded like I just told her I was going to end the world with my bare hands.

"Hey, I've got something that might take your mind away, here take this book." Looking at her mother's hands, which was an old book, and as soon as he took that book in her hands, the right side of her neck began to become incredibly itchy. As strangely as it appeared, it disappeared once she scratched it for a few seconds. However, her confusion did not last for long when her mother's voice once again rang in her ears. "This place is-" "So beautiful!" she cheered from the front, her wide blue eyes gazing adoringly at all the buildings.

I saw the pity and guilt reflecting in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What kind of mother are you to say something like that about your own child?" Mrs. Davis used her frail body to shield me as she tried to reason with Mom to make her back down. But Mom was never one to be reasoned with. Sneering, she gave me a cold glance that sent chills down my spine. As she raised her hand, Mrs. Davis still stood in front of me, perhaps unable to believe that Mom would resort to violence against her. But I knew better. Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count.

asked Riley, concerned. "Well, my mum has been acting weird lately," he uttered, lifting his eyes to face Riley. "How weird?" she questioned. "Like she is hiding something from me," he answered. "Really? Are you sure it's not just your imagination? I used to feel the same way about my parents some years back but it turned out to be just me overreacting." she uttered. "You think so?" he queried. "Yes.." she replied with a smile. "I hope so.." he thought to himself as he stared at Riley, faking a smile.

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

“Nigel, honey. You know you can come to me about anything.” “Yes. I know. You're the best mother in the world,” I told her, and it was true. I know everyone says their parents are the best in the world, but this woman was great. Even though I love my mother and I wouldn't change her for the world, I wish my mom was more like Luna Peaches. She loves Nigel so much, it was obvious, plus the way how she listens to him and lets him make his own decisions when need be, it's commendable.

This record will threaten her more than anything else ever could. I found a blank space. My pen trembles. LADY SARAPHINA. THEFT. FRAUD. MANIPULATION OF PACK RESOURCES THROUGH FALSE MATERNAL CLAIM. Each word burns. I closed the book. My heart slams against my ribs. Then I pick it up and go straight to the pack garden, where my mother always relaxes. She’s there. “Look, Mum,” I say, holding the book up, her name dark and clear on the page.

I closed my gaping mouth and processed what she just said in front of my mother. Mom’s arm already snaked around Blaine’s waist like they had not just met a moment ago. “See? You really should read my book—” “Mom,” I warned. Again. “Book?” “It’s an erotic romance, honey,” Mom whispered. A red-tinged on Blaine’s cheeks made me shake my head in amusement.

Her happiness is in our laughter and sorrow in our sorrow. She is someone we can't live eithout because a mother is everything. A mother is someone who fights for us and cry with us till her last breath. A mother is someone... I can never forget. Secondly, this book is dedicated to my caring mum, Hajia Aisha Abdul-Sami'i Fajembola for the immeasurable love and admiration she has showered on me. There times in my life that I had problems, she prayed and protected me like a golden egg. You contributed to me more than a thousand ways and I remain sincerely grateful for making me, as me. I want to say, Thank you for being my mother, I love you so much.

“Please, Miss Felicia…” Rose whispered. “My son did nothing wrong. I'm telling you the truth.” For a moment, something moved in Felicia’s eyes. Rose couldn't tell what it was. Part pity, part doubt. “Please, leave now,” Miss Felicia said. Her voice sounded final. Rose fell to her knees. “Please, I'm a single mother. He's all that I have,” she cried. Rose’s words shook her, her heart melted as she turned to Rose. She could feel her pain.