Like Mother Like Daughter Artinya Novels & Stories

She was crying like some toddler when their mother leaves them at home all alone. I felt like the same mother right now. Mother huh??!! I scoffed internally not all mother are the same loving and caring doing lovey-dovey things for their child. I pushed these thoughts away to the back of my mind right now and concentrated on the brown beauty trembling in my embrace like a leaf.

Mom replied trying to get up from the bed. "Easy easy mother." I helped her to sit upright. "Don't even touch me. You are not my daughter. You are just her illusion."she said reaching the knife that was in the fruit basket that was on the nightstand near the bed. "Who are you and where is my real daughter?" Mom asked holding a knife to my throat. "Don't kill me mother. It's me Artie, your daughter." I cried.

"You’re just like your mother, Ariana. Stupid, weak, and a traitor to your own blood." ​

My mother clasped my hands between hers as if I were a daughter she treasured. In reality, I knew she was just doing it to get me to agree to whatever she wanted. She knew that whenever she did something to act like a mother to her, I caved. As much as I hated it, it was my weakness. I have never been able to stop craving the love from my parents.

Can’t even feel anything. I look up at the painting on the wall, and for the first time in ages, I let myself remember a memory with my father. We were at an art exhibition. He was trying to teach me how we could use painting and art exhibitions to launder money, but all I could see was the beauty in each painting. He laughed and told me I had my mother's soul. A soul in love with art. Maybe that’s why I was so similar to her… but always fighting to be like that. We both liked art. Especially music…

Mom heads to the door so I follow her. me buts that I'm your mother, besides, I have the right to know where my daughter is going to work. When you have children you will understand, Carolina Massiel —he leaves. -Breast! —I reproached— I am no longer a girl so that you are going to leave me to my jobs as if I were a little girl. Let me grow! Outside it was half sunny. —Stop the tantrum, you want me not to treat you like a little girl and you behave like one. I really do not understand you.

Get me whipped with chains again? "Do not look me in the eyes! Put your face down!" She growled, her eyes turning red with her canines coming out. My mother was a leopard. It truly matched with her because she was as brutal as that animal. She never gives mercy including to her daughter. "Ok, mother," I remarked and looked down. I might look like I was submissive but I had no option. It is her world and she rules it. I was just a mere pawn. "Nowadays your behaviour is becoming unacceptable, my nuvel (My daughter)." She grabbed my chin harshly.

I don't know the answer, but I'm possessive towards her, I'm obsessed of her I still can't believe that this little pack of happiness is mine, I feel myself as a fool whenever I remember about the foolish things I have done to hurt this little woman of mine she is the energy packet, wherever she stays happiness will be around her, dad was right she is really a miracle I don't understand still, that how come my mother liked her this much, I never seen her liking an outsider this much I thought only in don case it happened, but even in my case also my mother loving my wife like her own daughter

Their daughter is an adult now. "Mom, what are you saying?" Her voice shook. "Are you trying to be spiteful towards dad?" "You are so pathetic and I feel disappointed that I birthed you. Not everyone will be like you, not everyone will lie against someone else to feel good. I'm nothing like you, but you are everything like your father."

Mom opened her arms, ready to catch me as I ran down the stairs. “Do you like it?” I grabbed her hands, hoping for another compliment. Looking good was nothing new to me, but the thing I desired the most were compliments. “Yes, you look absolutely gorgeous.” Mom pushed me back to take a better look at me. The golden cocktail dress around her body, hugging her perfect curves, almost gave me a run for my money. Mom clapped her hands. “You’re even starting to look like me!” Like mother like daughter, this woman would never miss out on a free opportunity to compliment herself, and rightfully so.