Novel & Cerita Mom Son Real Story

Mom asks calmly this time. " It's…" she stutters. She's already crying. I pity her. " Leslie talk. Who got you pregnant." " My… it's Lawson. My philosophy professor at school and he's married with a kid." Oh.My.God! Mom fainted at once. " Mom.." ……

A monster. By the time I was 9,mom suddenly sent me to a trip for 4 months.. And when I returned, Puto was born.. I have no idea hiw that happened.. I don't remember mom telling me she was pregnant before I left.. Also when I asked, she avoided the topic so I dropped it.. Damon put his attention to Puto more and me less.. Afterall that's his blood.. But he returned to his face.. I was ten when I walked from school and saw police cars and ambulances.. Mom was no more.. Neighbor auntie said that mom collapsed when she came to talk to her.. Damon was gone for a while leaving me alone with a year old child..

“ Mom , I……it’s not what it looks like . “ said Damian with a nervous smile . “ Oh , isn’t it sir Damian ! Some people came to attack him . He would have died had my son not used himself as a shield to protect him from the attacker’s attack . I guess I have all the rights in the world to be angry and to not like your son Diana . “ said madam Laura . When madam Diana heard it she turned her head towards her son and smiled at him in a threatening way . “ Son , is this true ? “ said madam Diana with a dark look . Damian gulped a little as things took a different turn every passing minute . “ You are done for . He he he he ! “ said mr Adam with a smirk . “ Are you happy old man ? “ said Damian a

Miss Monica writes the books, and my mum markets them to some of her wealthy friends. Now they're planning on having a book club at my place. Well.... I'm happy they're really getting along because now Belle can come over whenever her mum is. It was the evening of the twenty eight of May, two thousand and one. Around 7:00pm. I came out to get a drink when I'd overheard mum and Miss Monica talking in the living room. "I'm so happy about this baby", mum whispered rubbing her stomach. Miss Monica smiled wrapping her arms around Mum's shoulder. "I can't believe it's already five months and your belly isn't swollen yet. You're so lucky"

"And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad." "If you ask me, upsetting the future father of your own child over a godson really isn't worth it." Only after hearing all that did Rowena realize that she hadn't contacted me in a long time since the last incident. That was mostly because caring for the baby had thrown her days and nights completely out of order. She had been so exhausted every day that she often passed out the second she lay down. Now that Theo had reached his one-month milestone, she felt like she had finally done enough and could step away.

“She can be loud and a little annoying sometimes… but she’s proven again and again how much we mean to her. I’ve seen her cry for us. No matter what we do, she never gives up. She keeps choosing us… over and over again. So maybe… it’s time I choose this home.” “So you’re choosing Charlene over your own mother?” “My mom?” he said quietly. “She left us for someone else. She doesn’t know how much we’ve been through… how much Dad has been through. I don’t hate her… but I don’t want to live with her either.” --- I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Happy… or heartbroken for Monica. Because no matter what she did, hearing your own children choose someone else… must hurt. ---

" * After Dad was sentenced, Mom sent a paternity test report back to our hometown. She gave it directly to Grandma. That same day, she took me back there as well. When we arrived, we were greeted by the sight of Grandma and Denise viciously fighting each other. Mom let out a scoff, tears of bitter amusement slipping down her face. "She spent her whole life treasuring the daughter of a mistress," she muttered. "It's about time she knew what that feels like." With that, Mom pulled out her phone, removed the SIM card, and tossed it into the trash bin. Then she turned to me, her eyes softening into a smile. "Mary, let's go travel the world."

Dad was still gripping Mom tightly by the wrist, and he wasn't letting her go. "Richard… Richard, I can explain…" All the color drained from Mom's face instantly. Her voice trembled as her eyes darted frantically between Dad and me. "Explain?" Dad harshly shoved her aside, making her lose her balance and fall. "Then, explain on the call how you were planning to commit insurance fraud by killing Vivian!" He then stomped on Mom's hand, which she thought of using to prop herself up.

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

Three days ago, I was still at school, buried in final exams. Then my mom burst into the classroom, her makeup smeared and her face a mess, grabbing my hand and dragging me out without a word of explanation. She said the company went bankrupt and that they owed millions to loan sharks, and if the money was not paid back, those people would not bother with the law but would simply make us disappear. I believed her because she cried so hard it looked real, her hands shaking as if she could not control them.