Mom Mother Trolls Novels & Stories

Roe called happily as she burst through the bedroom door. “You have finally convinced her to get on board then?” she smiled broadly, her eyes switching between the two of us. “Mum, we talked about this. Boundaries” Gunner whined. “Oh shush, I’m your mother, I’ve seen all your bits and pieces” she said waving her hand dismissively at Gunner. I couldn’t help but laugh at the shade of red his face turned, and the look of his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at his mother’s words. Roe took my hands and turned me to face her, smiling at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

He shared how he discovered his wolf, how it felt, and how proud his mother had been. “My mother killed the fattest animal that night,” he said, grinning slightly at the memory. “She invited the entire council and their families to celebrate. I was so embarrassed, being put on display like that.” I smiled harder. “What about your father?” He always spoke so fondly of his mother and brother, but never his father. I had noticed it before, how his tone subtly shifted when the subject hovered too close. Leonidas paused, his thumb gently tracing soft, slow circles along the back of my hand. “My father…”

“You’ve got like, eight seconds –“ Jackson gasps, grabbing for his pants as I laugh and reach for the door handle. I only open it a little bit, enjoying Jackson’s panicked cursing as I peek outside. I grin to see my mom standing there. “Hi, baby,” she says, smiling at me, her eyes flicking towards the room. “Enjoying torturing your mate?” “Yes, mommy,” I say, leaning against the door frame and continuing to block her view as I hear Jackson hastily putting on his clothes. My eyes flash to the tray in her hand and the three wheeled trollies behind her, all stacked with covered dishes. “What did you bring us?” “Sustenance!” mom says with a happy sigh. “Jackson is too skinny.”

Soon, one of them sent me a WhatsApp message. He wrote, "It's done. The core item has been replaced. As you requested, the exterior has been restored, so no one will be able to tell. Your adoptive mother is quite generous. She insisted on giving us an extra 660 thousand dollars. She said it was for good luck and to pray that everything goes smoothly." Then, the other mystic sent me a voice message. He deliberately kept his voice low.

flash of neon blue than dark red light they both hit moms' body, and she absorbed them like a sponge in water. Then all was still. Mom is still standing in the middle of the circle. Her eyes are opened, and she looked at all of us, then the bubble that was reacting to her. Her feet then left the ground. The Red Earth girls in the bubble with her, bowed down to show respect, even Orna bowed. Withthat mom spread her arms and with her arm she revealed what looked like angel wings, but one was white, and light blue, and the other is dark gray, and dark red, with bright red. Moms eyes were not green either; one was electric sky blue, and one was a red sunburst. One by one moms' personalities wer

mom adds. "Is it because he's an Alpha? Is that why you two are fine with all of this? You both know I don't want to go," I argue, and before my mother can say it, I continue for her, "and I know, you came here for Dad, you had to sacrifice, but maybe I'm not willing to do that. At least you liked Dad." "You don't like David?" My father asks. "I must say that's rather strange." "Of course she likes him, Dale. He's her mate. She's just being difficult because she would rather run around the world than be a Luna."

"Get lost! Don't dirty my car." Mom stumbled backward from the push, nearly collapsing onto the asphalt. When Arnold saw this, he didn't move to help her. Instead, he began to curse. "Useless old thing! You can't even beg for money? No dinner for you tonight!" Mom shrank back, too terrified to speak. The scene was so absurd it felt like a dream. I had assumed Mom was safe in the nursing home and that Arnold was living off his stolen spoils. It turned out that every bully eventually met their match.

Mom offered sincerely. "Thank you, Parella," Mrs. Growler sobbed, clutching onto my mom as if her life depended on it.

she cupped her tits and started toying with her nipples through the night gown. "Damn." Todd said, watching her. With an effort I tore my gaze from her tits and looked at her face. "I don't believe it." I shook my head again, as much to try to clear it as to deny what I was seeing. "This isn't real, you guys are messing with me!" Mom removed her hands from her tits, and looked over at Todd, a frown on her face. "I'm sorry Mom," He said quietly. "We tried, he's just..."