Mom Pov Darla Novels & Stories

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

And that was worse. ******************************************* (FLASHBACK) Darla's apartment always smelled like trouble—and burnt coffee. She was spread out across the couch in her robe, scrolling through something on her phone, when she looked up and said, "Claire, you're going to visit Richard's mother. What exactly do you plan on giving her?" I frowned, standing in front of the mirror, still undecided on my outfit. "Eleanor? What would I possibly give that woman? She doesn't need anything. And it's not like I'm looking for her approval."

” Chuckling at the end of her words, she turns to face Darls to see him with an ashened face. His expressionless face couldn't hide how angry he was. “Son? Daughter? I would rather be motherless than have her as my mom.” He spat and picked on his nose, making Olivia grin foolishly. “Why? Because she's bald or footless?” She taunted. “Because she's fake!” Darls Collymore replied. He looked at Olivia for a moment, and something flickered in his eyes. “That's the real Xenia you have met, not Xenia Zero. Xenia is the mom, and Zero is her daughter.

In my first year out of college, my mother sues me over the 60 dollars a month I give her for living expenses. In court, she breaks down in tears. "She only gives me 60 dollars a month! And she makes me check in every single day before she'll hand over that day's money! "I raised her and her brother all on my own. I gave everything I had to put her through college. How can she do this to me?" Her lawyer submits printed copies of our text conversations as proof. The judge frowns as he reads through them, then passes them to me. "Defendant, are these messages authentic?" I nod calmly. "They are." The gallery erupts in whispers, people calling me ungrateful and a terrible daughter. Then,

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

I didn’t pick up. Then another ping. This time it was a news alert. Spotted: Darla Morrison at MPEC Rooftop Brunch. New blood, old money? Darla Morrison, daughter of the late buisness tycoon Harrison Morrison, makes a quiet but razor-sharp debut at last night’s exclusive Manhattan Private Equity Club rooftop gathering. Sources say Global Venture Partner Naomi Lex was seen handing her a card. Could legacy be making a comeback?” 🔥👀 #MPEC #PowerMoves #NaomiLex #DarlaMorrison #SheReturns

"Hmm Mommy's still healthy...she's getting better and hasn't been sick since seven years ago." "Because your mom isn't sick! She's just fucking pretending!" Tessa cursed in her heart. Dara was just acting to get everything she wanted right now. Little did she know that she wouldn't always get everything she wanted! Dara was just an old woman unaware of death, and the karma that would befall her life. "Aaah... I think I should meet your mother to say hello." Tessa put down the remaining piece of bread, it was no longer appetizing to eat.

The thought sent a dark thrill through me every single time. I leaned over her, one hand bracing on the couch, the other sliding around to rub her swollen clit as I resumed fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Her tits pressed against the cushions, nipples hard. I could have stayed like this for hours, lost in her heat, her scent, the way she said my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. Then we heard it. The unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway. “Shit! Mom’s back!” Beverley gasped, her body going rigid around me.

"As if. No one hypes mommy like you do. The only reason why you're not standing right now and shouting is because Daryl is asleep." Ian chuckled. "I love how you know me so well." Dahlia blushed. "And I love how I know you so well too, dad." "I love you too daddy." Darla, the three years old cutie chirped in excitedly, causing her sister and father to laugh. "I love you too Dahlia." "We love you more." Dahlia and her father said, Dahlia kissing her younger sister's forehead.

“Mom, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.