Mom And Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

Yeah yeah let me save you all the boring sad drama. I was born period!... Let's take a leap shall we?... ••• FIVE YEARS LATER... October 7th, 2005... Oh I remember this day all too well... My Mom and I were having some mother-daughter bonding time as she read to me from my favorite story book. It was a cool autumn Saturday evening. I sat on her lap while she read to me, asking questions randomly about the story, when we heard a knock on the door.

"Natalie, it seems you still haven't learned how to be a perfect daughter." I stared at her, confused. "What are you talking about?" "Do you know what other kids are doing right now? They're all in cram school, trying to get ahead. But all you think about is having fun. I honestly don't know if I can count on you for anything." Mom went on, "Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong to end up with an ex-husband like your father and a daughter like you." She raked her fingers through her hair, acting as though I'd committed some unforgivable sin.

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.

Mom said softly, reaching across the counter to squeeze my hand. “It suits you. And… I’m sorry, sweetheart. For pushing you toward Jax. I had no idea what he was really like. I thought I was protecting you, but I only made things worse.” “Don’t apologize, Mom, please,” I replied, my voice gentle but firm. “It wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to look out for me. I know that. We’re okay now.” We kept talking, mother and daughter bonding in the quiet kitchen. She told me stories from when I was little, and I laughed at how overprotective Dad had always been. The laughter felt healing.

Mom says, closing the door behind Maggie, and turning towards me with a big smile on her lips. "Well, young man." She says, walking towards me. "So, you and Maggie, huh?" "Yes ma'am." I answer, smiling back at her. "I couldn't help myself." I answer. "So now you've fucked the mother and the daughter." She says, wrinkling her brow as another thought hits her. "Just like at home!" She exclaims. "You are one busy mother fucker." She says, laughing at her own joke, as she pulls me into a tight embrace.

As night fell, I stood on the balcony, Lina asleep in my arms, and looked out at the city I had to win back, not with thorns and fire, but with a story. The story of a mother and a daughter. And it began now.

Instead, he worked hard to provide for us and give us every single thing we needed. Me, Mom, and Bridget ended up bonding that night. We told each other our happiest moments and our sad moments. We told each other what we missed about Dad. Mom also shared with us some of her past experiences in dating. She was about to share with us her first night with Dad and then I and Bridget ran away. She was going too far with it. But she wasn't going to, she was just messing with us. I hope so. Because of the bonding, we decided to visit Dad and drop flowers for him.

The drama had begun and was far from over. "Mom, I already know this story. Even if I do absolutely nothing, you always say I'm a terrible daughter, and soon you'll start saying that so-and-so's daughter is better than me, that you wish you were what's-her-name's mother because she actually shows consideration for her mother, and so on. I already know all of this, so let's just stop here."

Mom slapped Jason. “Do you even hear what you are saying?” Mom’s voice was filled with anger and pain. And Jason laughed like a maniac. “I know the truth is bitter. But you should know that your daughter is the same. She had killed Alpha Dax's son. She had killed my cousin Morana. Who knows how many more she had killed behind my back.” I stumbled back in shock and I could hear Mom gasp. “No, it can't be possible. You are lying.” Mom’s voice shook at the end. I knew what she was going through at this time. I just wanted to hide from everywhere.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.