Mom And Son Stories Novels & Stories

They smacked loudly against the wall. Mom worked in real estate—one of the top agents in the area. Dad was a lawyer, and tonight he was stuck at the office with a late case. We weren’t hurting, financially. Our family had it pretty good. My eyes landed on the small figure trailing behind her. “Still mad at me, little toad?” I teased Jayson. He puffed his cheeks and flipped me off behind Mom’s back. I rolled my eyes. Totally used to it by now. Holding the bowl close with one arm, I reached in with the other and grabbed a big handful of popcorn.

"There's something far more important you need to know—something you ran out on before I could explain." I rolled my eyes, trying to pull away. "I'm not interested in more of your family's lies." "The woman you talked about—Claire—was declared dead a long time ago," Stefan said, his voice deadly serious. "The story was that she was mentally ill and committed suicide. Elena, that woman is Marcus's mother. She's supposed to have been dead since he was five years old." The words hit me like a splash of ice water. My eyes widened, and my hands flew to my mouth, completely caught off guard. "What?"

Tears are rolling down Mom’s cheeks as she tries to wipe them away and hide them from me. “ Mom. ” I grab her shoulders and make her look at me. “ I am not dying. I am right here, and I will be for a long time. ” “ I… ” Mom sobs, pressing her head to my chest. “ They…called to tell me that my son got into an accident, and…I thought I would follow my child this time. I can not lose one more son. I can not. ” “ Mom. ” I sigh, rubbing her back.

"These are homemade and Gabriella's specialty. The meat will be seasoned perfectly. My father said there was no finer cook in the world. My mother was incapable of doing more than boiling water. Gabriella saved us from starvation." During the next hour, we eat, drink Champagne, and laugh over stories of our childhood. I sense his sadness when Moon tells me more about his parents, but there's happiness too. The stories of his brother are emotional and heartwarming. Moon's love for his family runs deep. He asks about my parents and also about my childhood. I'm so fortunate to still have my parents, and I tell him so. He kisses my fingers and gives them a slight squeeze before asking me more ab

I had been trying my best to understand her, but I had reached my limit. "My son almost died because I listened to you. I almost lost him, Mom," I said, my voice weak. Tears cascaded down my face, but I didn't break our gaze. "They are pushing me away now. I am losing my family, Mom, and you are not helping at all," I said, voicing my frustration.

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”

"Will he only be satisfied if he walks over my dead body to clear a path for himself and Denise?" She curled up on the cold floor, her body folding in on itself, and let out deep, heart-wrenching cries. Seeing her like that, I threw myself onto her back, my own sobs mingling with hers. Mom loved Dad—she loved him so much. Ever since I was born, the stories I'd heard the most were about their love. Mom always told me how she met Dad when she went to the countryside to do volunteer work. He was a volunteer teacher; she was a volunteer doctor.

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

Billy clenched his jaw as though he had finally made up his mind about something. “Mom has been having an affair with Mr. Scott for a long time. Whenever you weren’t home, she’d bring him over. She even threatened me into keeping it a secret. I’m sorry, Dad. I was too scared to tell you. Will you please forgive me? At least then I can die in peace.” Greg had appeared so stunned by the revelation that he could not utter a word. When his father remained silent, Billy had cried out, “I’ve been a terrible son! It’s only right if you can’t forgive me!”

"You said so as you still don't understand love. Sometimes, mommy do hope that your life will go smoothly without any challenges. Well, let's stop the topic now. Mommy knows that you're a good boy, then you shall be obedient and take good care of your body, okay?" "Okay, got it." Both the mother and son chatted for a while. Mango felt that it had been a long time since she had engaged in a long conversation with her son. Zion felt also that the moment was extremely wonderful. "He knew that it was not easy for him to snatch the time from Mr. Ye to spend alone with his mommy. If it wasn't due to his body condition and that he was injured, Mr. Ye would have came in to grab mommy." "Looking at t