Mom Sent Me Nudes Novels & Stories

But I was a coward. Outside, the music grew louder. A voice over the loudspeaker called my name, urging me to get to the field immediately. Yet, I wouldn't make it. The past flashed before my eyes—Dad leaving without hesitation, and Mom holding me as she sobbed. At that moment, the dorm door burst open. Mom stood in the doorway, her face pale with shock. Despite her obsession with cleanliness, she pulled me tightly into her arms. "Nat… what happened to you? Don't scare me, please…"

Just a crudely drawn picture I'd secretly hidden away. The drawing showed four little stick figures holding hands. Dad, Mom, Alice—and in the corner, the smallest one: me. Everyone had big, smiling faces. On the back, in my childish handwriting, was a single line: "Mom, please smile." At that moment, my mother lost it completely. She clutched that drawing to her chest and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The crushing weight of guilt and doubt nearly destroyed her. The next morning, while Alice was still asleep, my mother snuck into Alice's room and took her toothbrush.

I rather be mateless than be the laughing stock of the school. MATE !MATE !MATE! Gray shouted but I locked him out and looked at Bennett, and said "I would rather be mateless then be mates with a nerd like you" then walked away and back to where my parents. As I reached the stadium my mom did the unthinkable. She slapped me. I looked at her with wide eyes as she glared at me

Her phone had somehow had its Do Not Disturb function turned on, and all notifications were silenced and were not displayed. She clicked on the chatroom to see her screen bombarded with the following: [Mommy! Mommy! Where have you been?] [Mommy! Daddy and I are looking for you! Reply me when you see this!] [Mommy, Mommy! Waaa! Do you hate Momo now? Do you not like Momo and Daddy anymore?] [Momo misses you! What did Momo do…? Did Momo piss Mommy off? Mommy, please don’t disappear.]

"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.

Mom had returned for over two weeks, but this was the first time the internet had seen her this ferocious. The livestream chat was exploding with question marks, and someone typed a bewildered comment. "Wait… What did she just say? She's gonna sell Grace and Hope so that her son would have money to marry?" "Am I hearing that right? She wants to sell her own daughters?" Grace froze, clearly questioning if she'd heard correctly as well. "Mom, what are you even saying? She's Hope. She came back to apologize to you."

I looked around and nodded. "Hello...mumma..." His voice... Jean hadn't spoken to me for 3 weeks. His condition worsened way too quickly. I thought I'd never be able to say goodbye or love properly one last time. I, as the Luna of Waterstone, never had time for him as he was growing up. But my negligence cost him his life. "I love you, Jean...mumma loves you so much," I said. No other words were crossing my mind. "I love you too, mumma. I will be fine." I clutched my chest and cried silently as he said. Jean is such a mature child. Way too mature for his age. He makes me a proud mother...

“You saw them.” “Yes.” Papa’s voice is low. “How.” “I don’t know,” I say. “I didn’t try. It just… lined up.” Mama’s jaw tightens. “What else?” “One of them wasn’t scared,” I add. “He was excited.” Aiden grimaces. “There’s always one.” “He’s already moving,” I say. “Not openly.” Papa turns toward the door. “Jake.” Mama shakes her head. “No, Not Jake.”

I tell her. “We should head back in, the sun is really harsh and besides you have to finish the arrangements.” She tells me and I groaned, regretting ever telling Jake I would be good as an assistant for him. It’s been utterly stressful and coupled with the fact that I’ve been trying to wedge myself into the Luna position. I’ve been having painting lessons with the children in the pack. They come over for an hour and thirty minutes and we paint. It’s been exhilarating having something to distract me especially since what happened, happened. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The image of Matthew falling to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out of his chest, the knife plunge

JACQUELINE My throat tightened in utter confusion, and I struggled to find my voice. “Mom—” “You sent this to a man?” she shouted, stepping closer, not allowing me to explain. “Jacqueline, have you completely lost your mind?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked. “Mom, I swear, I didn’t do this.” I had never sent my naked pictures to anyone. Not to Sammy while we'd been dating or anyone else. These were clearly photoshopped.