Mom Sends Me Nudes Novels & Stories

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

Maybe coffee somewhere else would have been a better idea after all… "Oh, hello ma'am. I am truly flattered.” Korina gave my mom a warm smile. “But I can’t take all the credit! You’re daughter is stunning. I mean, she doesn't even have to try to be beautiful." "Yes, well...” My mother gave me a once-over. “If only she would learn to act feminine, I'd be relieved. Maybe you should give her beauty advice. So she can learn and stop dressing like a thug." “Mom!” I protested immediately, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

“No, Not Jake.” I frown. “It wasn’t him.” Aiden exhales. “That’s good.” “It was someone quiet,” I add. “Someone who thinks this is a rescue.” Mama’s lips thin. “They always do.” The floor hums Not loud Just enough. Papa looks down. “You feel that.” “Yes,” Mama says. Aiden mutters, “Please tell me that’s not happening again.” “It is,” I say. Mama grabs my shoulders. “Kenny. Listen to me. Whatever you’re becoming”

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

"You left without saying goodbye, I can't seem to get you out of my head.” The text read. He's with my mum and still sending this. The audacity of this man. I wasn't going to respond I put the phone back on the nightstand and crawled into bed, letting sleep consume me.

He gives me puppy eyes that it’s hard to ignore. “You had one yesterday, Clyde, too much sweet is not good for you,” I replied, thinking that he might drop the cream pie thing today. However, like how he was persistent in being my protector, he pouted and look at me again with the most innocent one, “then, is that a no, mom?” OMG, the only Alpha I can’t say no to! “That’s not what I mean, I’m saying that you should know how to control yourself when it comes to cream pie. I will buy you one today but not tomorrow, okay?” I said.

She was not in her usual happy mood. “Hey. Is there something troubling my little pumpkin?” To lighten the mood, I tickled her on both sides, and the house was filled with her giggles. “C-Can’t breathe, Mommy!” she exclaimed. “P-please,” she begged as her tears fell from her eyes. I stopped and sat next to her. “O-okay. I will stop now. So…can you tell Mommy the things you want now?” My phone beeped. Wiping both of my hands, I fished the phone out of my side pocket. Someone sent a message. Another unknown number. Nolan? Maybe he already knew I blocked his number and bought another SIM card.

Our pack’s pups were born with weakened wolf spirits. I paid for their treatment out of my own pocket, only for their mothers to drag me online.They accused me of using the free wolf treatment I provided for their pups to test serums on children from the contaminated zone, making poor families' pups bear the risk for Alpha pups. What they didn't know was that the pack was badly contaminated. Without treatment, those pups would die. To save their wolves, I brought in the best healers and used the best medication and treatment protocols. Care cost more than eight thousand dollars per pup every month, all of it out of my own pocket. Now the entire internet was accusing me of experimenting on pu

" I hung up without another word, ignoring Mom's cursing on the other end. She called several more times, but I declined every one of them. Then, I blocked her number entirely. Sure enough, that same evening, back at home, I got a call from my Aunt Nora. "Vanessa, did you and your mom have a fight? She just called me, crying and saying that you cut off her allowance. "I'm not trying to lecture you, but no matter what, she's your mother. Families don't hold grudges. She's getting older. You should be more understanding…"

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im