Mom Stories Novels & Stories

I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!" When the neighbors heard it, some were whispering, some were shocked, but most of them were furious. Many of those present were parents whose children had been cruelly murdered by Hans. A young woman stepped up and said, "Don't worry. We've been neighbors for so many years and all watched Cara growing up. We won't stand by and do nothing when she's in trouble." "Me too!" "Count me in!" "And me!" Despite how noisy it had become around me, everyone picked up a weapon. All of them genuinely wanted to help.

Also, whose 'Mom' and 'Dad'—" Before I could finish my question, I caught the look on the couple’s face. Their eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Then, the woman suddenly rushed toward me, as though driven by some frantic impulse. "I’m your mom! We were wrong, we know it. Please don’t deny me. Don’t you remember me, your mother?" I watched her frantic behavior with an ache in my heart. It seemed like a grieving mother who had lost her child. But even so, she shouldn’t just randomly claim to be my mother. I quickly stepped back and hid behind Miriam. "Are they out of their minds? I told you not to let strangers in. What if they go crazy and start attacking people?" I whispered u

God had abandoned Gianna on 13th Street. The place was filled with heroin, gunfire, and the rotting stench of sewers. They also called it the slums. After her parents died in a shooting, her grandmother, Rosa Argento, raised her. Matteo was three years older than she was. When they first met, he was a defiant teenager who had escaped from a fighting ring. He became a target for everyone because of his face, too refined and almost sinister in its beauty, combined with his fierce and untamed nature.

Cora’s POV “Mom!” Clyde run toward me with a wide smile, “are you done with your work?” He asks as he hugs and kisses me, some of the children giggles at what he did. “Clyde and his mom are always so cute, why not kiss me like that too?” One of the mothers said to her son make his cheeks get red.

“Mom!!” TBC

that is Rati mom. Rati mom was my mom's colleague... she suffered the miscarriage a few days ago only... it was their first child... so when she came to knew about my parent's condition... she decided to adopt me so that my parents' greedy relatives may not destroy me for the property and money I inherited from them...

Ramon says pitifully to Xavier who's sitting next to him. Xavier who saw his mother's umpteenth rejection, only chuckled amusedly. He assumes that is only a joke that is often thrown by Ramon to his mother. Besides, they both know that his mother will refuse it, and it's not rarely she will throw scathing words to Ramon. That is their daily life, full of jokes and laughter, even without the presence of a father figure. *** "Did you met that bastard?" Ramon squeals histerically of hearing Lucrecia's admission.

***** Old Master Mo’s flashbacks: And yes, it was actually true. Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo were childhood sweethearts. But after Old Master Mo went to the military, Old Madam Mo’s family married her to another boy despite her unwillingness. But she got nothing in marriage except abuse from her husband and in-laws. Even when she returned to her home to tell them about her life in her husband’s home, none of her family members were willing to help her.

mom says before ignoring Chloe's hand and hugging her. Chloe kind of stumbles from the shock of the unexpected embrace, but I grin. My mother loves sharing her love, and so far, all the women her sons have brought home have needed it. I guess Chloe is now added to the list. Hailey grew up mother-less, Shelby's mom is an addict who has never been there for her, and Janelle's mom died tragically. And now my Chloe... Mom has come a long way from the teenage girl with her own mom problems.

I'd come to prevent one. "The Mother is real," I told them, watching their faces carefully. "And she's gathering an army to open the gate to The First Ones." A heavy silence fell over the room. Even Reina stopped staring at me. "Those are just stories," Alpha Damon said, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. "I wish they were." I pulled a worn leather journal from my bag and put it on the table. "This belonged to my grandma. She fought The Mother sixty years ago and barely survived."