Mom Son Real Story Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, David. Your mom will definitely show up. After all, she fought a custody battle for you for two whole years, and she didn’t even hesitate to quit her job at the research institute just to take care of you. “How about this? If your mom comes, you tell your dad that you want me to be your mom. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll buy you that Spider-Man toy you wanted. Deal?” “Deal.” Standing outside the door, listening to them use my desperation as a gambling chip, I felt completely frozen. I violently threw the door open. The moment they saw me, the smiles froze instantly on their faces. Avery was the first to recover. She immediately wore a slightly provocative smile and said, “Look,

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”

His eyes locked onto mine, all desperate and pleading. Startled, I pulled myself together and shoved him back, totally blank-faced. "Pretty sure you've got the wrong person." "Mom, are you still mad at me?" he stammered, eyes filling with guilt. I just turned to unlock the door, ignoring him. But he stepped in front of me, refusing to move. Then, like he was trying out for a tragic soap opera, he dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and pathetic. "Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!"

She sits next to me and takes my hands in hers. "As you know, we moved from Italy years ago to live here because your mother wanted it. What we're going to tell you isn't easy to digest," my father responds, taking a deep breath and looking at my mother, who nods at him to continue. "I met your mother when you were six months old. Your real mother was named Katherina Carluccio. She was my first wife." My brain takes a moment to process what my father has just confessed. I look at my mother to make sure what I heard is true, and when I see her face full of tears, I immediately release her hands.

Showing the both of them. Mom was first to gasp and snatched away my phone from my hands. “ Is this...?” I nodded, “ That's Moli,your son mom. He has a girlfriend and by the looks of it their pretty much happy. His eyes literally lit up the minute he saw her come in the room. Their in love.”

"No, You heard it right papu booked a flight so anytime sooner he will be here." that news was not even close to a one percent reality of the real situation and it made papu book a flight?. What the hell is wrong with this world!!? I am pissed upon seeing the news, who would not be if you found out you were preg-- *phone ringing* I picked up the phone, only to hear my mom's fast rap lines of greeting. "whatwasthenewsallaboutwethoughtyouweredoingacareer--" I cut off her breathless speech "Mom calm down, it's not true, there's no baby in my tummy and there's no pregnancy, duh"

Even when Dad made Asher kneel in front of my grave, bow, and apologize, Mom stubbornly shook her head. "I can’t raise Asher well. If you want to, then raise him yourself. Don’t come looking for me again. From now on, I only have one son: Silas." Mom quit her job. She took a lock of my hair and traveled to many places because I had once watched travel shows on TV with envy. That was the only thing about me she truly remembered. After she returned, Mom proactively reached out to the media. In a livestream with hundreds of thousands of viewers, she ruthlessly laid bare the real version of herself.

"She will never take you again. I promise. I promise you, Mason." "Dad promised and the judge took me anyway." "I'm not the judge. I'm your mom. I keep my promises." Mason pulls back and looks at her. His grey eyes are wet and his cheek is red and his lip is trembling. "You're my real mom," he says. "I drew you. In the picture. You're my real mom." Emily presses her hand to his uninjured cheek. "I know, baby. I know. I drew you too. In my head. A hundred times. You're my real son."

I try to fit in, but it’s hard when every part of me is screaming to get out of here. “Damon,” Mom calls, pulling my attention back to the present. She gestures at the man in the suit, with whom she has just started a conversation. “This is Mr. X, or so he says,” she says with a grin. They both do, as if this is some inside joke that only the two of them understand. “And Mr. X, this is my son, Damon. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”

Up until now, she cannot even say frank enough that Damian is hers. II “Congratulations my Unico Hijo, you never fail to make me proud of you!” Carolina Monaro embraced her son with so much happiness. She will never regret standing firm to raise him, even alone. Yes, Carolina Monaro is a single mom. A fierce yet loving Mom as her son Wilgreg would always describe her.