Mom Bestfriend Novels & Stories

I shake my head, giggling, and keep my focus on the road in front of me; we're almost there, thank god. "So you're sure your mom isn't gonna bother us this weekend, right? She won't show up out here?" "Nah, Mads, she might call me, that's it." She has a thing for Johnny, and is hoping something happens this weekend. I look in the rearview mirror so I can see Maddi while still keeping eyes on the road; mom shouldn't bother us. "Nah, she said she has plans with her secret boyfriend, she still won't tell me who he is."

I don't want you to be stressed,'' He held her hand. ''Well, I will be more stressed if you don't tell me,'' She rolled her eyes. ''I...'' Mo Yuhan stroked her palm, ''...found the person responsible for mother's death.'' Tang Li stiffened, ''Who is it?" ''Her friend. The only friend that she had. Grandpa Tang has always been right about it.'' ''You know her?" "Mo Yi.'' ''Your aunt?" Tang Li straightened up. Mo Yuhan nodded, ''They were best friends.''

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

Rhys’s POV Dinner ended quietly. Mirabel yawned through the last bite of tiramisu, stretching her arms overhead and declaring she was “officially in food coma mode.” She kissed my cheek, hugged me, and dragged her best friend upstairs with promises of a movie marathon in her room. “Don’t stay up too late, Dad,” she teased over her shoulder. “You’re old. You need your beauty sleep.” I managed a half-smile. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Indicating that Maxwell Brownwood son of the Beta of Crescent Moon pack, would be announcing his mate and wife to be at the pack’s event hall during the Thanksgiving party tonight. I knew he was the right one. I knew he planned to propose. And on a big day like this. The moon goddess sure does know how to do her job. Maxwell is perfect for me. “Yes Salma, IT’S TODAY!! I’m so excited!” I said, we both squealed. Salma has been my best friend since kindergarten. At some point, rumors were spreading that Salma was only friends with me because of my wealth. But I didn’t believe any of it, she’s always been there for me. So I still love her.

A moment later, my eyes opened as something dawned on me. "Hey mom?" "What honey?" she asked sleepily. "What about Karen?" "Oh." Mom shrugged. "Well we weren't that serious, just friends with benefits mainly." She sighed then laughed softly, "Maybe I'll keep her around though." "What do you mean? I asked. "Well you never know," Mom giggled again. "I might get a craving."

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

If it was not for the positive feedback she got being around me I highly oubt she would remember my existence. "I know you say she sucks as a mum but as a mentor she is amazing. She reccommended a reat dietian and takes me to get facials every month," she grinned. If my mother were present I am certain Charlie would be kissing her feet. "Get used to it. This is the shit I have to deal with," Bernie jutted a finger in the direction of her sister. Beofre either of us could respond we heard the word 'shit' being screamed in the highest pitch to every exist.