Mom Pov Darla Novels & Stories

There was pumpkin soup and braised ribs as well as a few of my other favorite dishes. Mom placed my photo in the center of the dining table. She poured a glass of fruit juice for me and a glass of wine for herself. She then lifted her glass and clinked it gently against my photo. "Merry Christmas, Claire." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she took a sip of the wine. She smiled and said, "I'm doing well. I'm not scared of being ridiculed anymore, and I also stopped fretting over the little things. Don't worry. I'm going to live a good life on your behalf."

It made me wonder how a present and loving father would have prevented me from the problems I have today. - "What are they doing?" I leave my backpack on the first couch in front of me and walk over to them. - "Drake has never seen Bloon, so I decided to show what she was like as a teenager" Bloon Angel Hilst Lins, better known as Mom, by me. A stunning redhead who died too young, with too many plans, in too much pain.

The two stood out together. Darla was a solid face reader. She had a crush on whoever was good looking. But why does this man look familiar? Her eyes widened when she recognize him. "You're Declan? Declan of the Moore family?" Declan looked at her in surprise. "You know me?" Darla jumped up, happily, "Yeah, yeah, l'm a fan of yours!" The piano world had produced such a godly man as Declan, and with his face value and family history going against the grain, Darla had long since become a fan of him.

“You should have gone to Rachel and made things work, even after your accident. But you didn’t, you decided to hide out here and hope the responsibility of being a father never came up.” “What game is this Darla?” He growled. “Acting childish isn't going to get you far in her life,” Darla said. “You’re the one that told us to send people to watch over her, and we gladly did. Rachel wasn’t happy about it either, you realize I lost my Niece, I never got to see her!”

Morris replied gesturing to the woman whose face changed immediately at the comment. Amelia badly wanted to get out.. badly! But she couldn't. Instead,she stood there like a tree. "Morrison!!" Roared the man as he put out his cigarette." I won't have you insult Darla! She's my woman! Morris snorted."You and I knows who yourself real woman is and that is my mom. Standing before you right now is just a side chick." Morris said looking at the Darla woman who reached forward and smacked Morris's face with her solid hand.

He sighed heavily. "I know Mike just lost his father, and I feel sorry for him. I don't blame him anymore." He cautiously reached for Mom's hand, gauging her mood. "Could you donate a million dollars to Roxelton University? Send Drake overseas to Esterica as compensation." Mom looked at him, then suddenly smiled. "No problem. Of course I can." Uncle Donald's eyes sparked with greed. "I knew you'd take care of us. I'll tell Drake to pack his bags right away."

Then he saw Mama, her eyes red and swollen. "You. You did this. This is your fault." "What are you doing here?" Pa's eyes were clear and bright. "Daisy's mama. Why isn't Daisy eating her candy? Why is she taking a nap in the daytime?" The dark circles under Mama's eyes were like bruises. She clenched her teeth, grabbed Pa by the hair, and screamed and sobbed at the same time. "She's dead. Daisy is dead." "I didn't hurt her. I'm her mother. I was trying to do what was best for her."

My eyes widened, and I completely lost control. I lunged at Jay, raining punch after punch down on him until his face was bloodied. Only then did Giselle and Valerie react, rushing forward to pull me away. "Who gave you the nerve to lay a hand on my man, Dylan?" Giselle roared. For the first time, I shook the mother-and-daughter duo off. Then, I ran toward Room 303 as if my life depended on it. The door to the ward stood wide open. Mom lay on the bed, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. "My Dylan… If I'm gone… I want you to take good care of yourself…"

“I told you to enroll Maddie here, but you went ahead and had a stranger take her place?” “Mommy…” Clinging to me, Maddie lifted her tearful face and whimpered softly, “Daddy… Daddy dropped me off at a mean-looking old lady’s home. He said she’s a retired educator.” My heart sank. “An old lady?” Maddie puckered her lips into a pout while nodding as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Yeah! She’s so mean. She yelled at me all the time and... and hit me with a ruler. It hurts so much…”

My surveillance app vibrated in my pocket, and I unlocked my phone. Rosemary and Jasper were on the living room couch, and they were speaking in low voices. “Mom, did you get the stuff?” “Got it. It’s from the vet clinic, and it’s strong.” “Is that cripple, Wallace, really paying forty-two thousand dollars?” “He’s an engineer. He’s loaded! Once we drug her and get her to sleep with him, she’ll have no choice but to marry him. “We’ll take some photos to keep as leverage. That’ll make sure she behaves.”