Mom And Son Stories Novels & Stories

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

I try to fit in, but it’s hard when every part of me is screaming to get out of here. “Damon,” Mom calls, pulling my attention back to the present. She gestures at the man in the suit, with whom she has just started a conversation. “This is Mr. X, or so he says,” she says with a grin. They both do, as if this is some inside joke that only the two of them understand. “And Mr. X, this is my son, Damon. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”

The people straighten up and look at me with pain and a slight bit of hope. Why are they so hopeful at a time like this? " April, come here! Lets have a family hug.' My father jokes. I jump on them and they sandwich me in the middle. Everything is quite and it's clear that everyone is shedding their invisible tears as we remember the doom that awaits us tomorrow. Mom breaks the tense and sad atmosphere by saying " April, we want to tell you a bed time story" " really mom? I'm eighteen not eight! " I say while smiling.

He lowered his voice and added, "Besides, Mike admitted it himself when he had me cornered. This was all part of their plan. It's just another stunt by him and Walter to smear you in front of the cameras and get revenge." Mom stopped in her tracks. The warmth vanished from her face almost instantly. She turned to her assistant. "I don't care if they've rescued him or not. From now on, I never want to hear about that father and son again." Fireworks burst across the sky, one after another. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their acceptance into dream schools and the bright futures ahead. Uncle Donald took his chance and leaned toward Mom's shoulder. Mom didn't pull away because, in tha

Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said. My distraction gave me a cut in my hand. Mom grabbed some paper to patch me up. “W-Who’s the father?” I stared at Mom, my voice trembling. Mom’s grip on me stiffened. She said embarrassedly, “Bryan.” Emotions overwhelmed me. I pushed Mom away. Here I thought they were fooling around. The last thing I expected was a pregnancy. That explained Mom’s reaction when she saw me and Bryan in the room. She had fallen in love with Bryan as well.

Bodyguards and workers are always there but who's gonna inform them cause mom is someone who'll start panicing and her mind goes blank if something happens to dad. I agreed on staying over and honestly It has been the best moments of my life since years. Mom showed Nishant's and Zee's childhood pictures and told me about them. Told me her's and dad's love story- start to end and It was so amazing to hear about it from their own point of views. Learnt a new type of love that is existing since years and is probably one of the purest ways of loving. We also talked somethings about the trio- that's maa, Rasila aunty and mom. They have been childhood friends also sisters but not close relations.

I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next. "Please take good care of him, he shouldn't take too much sweets, he should practice his Violin, he shouldn't watch too much TV nor should he play too much games." "Calm down," My mom placed both of her hands on my shoulders making me look in her face. "I've been a mom before so I know how to take care of kids, look how good I raised you. You are a beautiful intelligent woman.So trust me when I say that I can take care of my grand son."

After the video call ended, Mom took a pen and paper from her bag. She wrote a few lines on it. "Miles, Mom is going back for now. "You've made the house far too dirty and messy. Mom will give you one month. Clean the house and yourself properly. "One month from now, Mom will come check. If your hygiene is acceptable, Mom will bring you and Grandpa to the city. "If you fail, you'll stay here and keep reforming yourself."

I was in bed sleeping like a log of wood after wetting my blue bed sheet with tears, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my son's gentle, slate-blue eyes. He smiled and said,mom, everything will be okay, you still have me, we both have each other. He said, looking like a warrior who survived battle. thank you baby, I said. have you eaten anything yet,he replied like a baby,yeah, I ate some eggs and salad, I asked about Sarah, has she gone back home,he said, yeah she left early this morning.

I simply continued reading my company's financial reports, feeling nothing at all. Mom and Dad remained plagued by misfortune every day. Nothing went right for them. Mom even tried gambling again, hoping to change their fate, but she had forgotten that her luck had long since run out. In the end, she had one leg broken before she was thrown out. While cooking, Dad accidentally set the house on fire. The two of them became homeless, wandering around the streets like beggars, their minds half-crazed. They kept muttering over and over, "Bran, my son, come back… Mom and Dad were wrong…"