Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Mom put on a sorrowful expression, but her eyes were filled with barely concealed satisfaction. “My husband, my daughter, all these years I’ve been a devoted wife and loving mother. I don’t even know what I did wrong to deserve your retaliation. “I hope that in the next life, you can both be happy.” At that moment, my phone suddenly beeped. I quickly pressed confirm. All the phones in the room began ringing one after another. Mom also took out her phone and frowned. The moment she saw what was on the screen, her face paled. “That’s impossible! That’s absolutely impossible! I clearly already…”

She refused to eat her meals and cursed her anytime she saw her. "Barren woman," Mama shouted and hissed anytime Sarah passed her. "You want to turn my son against me. It will not be well with you." "Give my son a child, make me a grandmother," Mama shouted, clapping her hands as she spoke. "You have killed your parents and now you want to kill me." Sarah cried privately, never allowing her husband or mama to see her tears. When she brought mama's food to her she pushed the platter away causing the food to spill on the floor.

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

“No way.” “Yes, it happened,” Rose said with a grin. “B ack then I didn’t know you were my mom, but I liked you for my single uncle. But this… this is everything. Although I never told anyone, not even Dad when he was alive, I have always wanted a mother, and Madison couldn’t be one, even though she was married to my dad. I wonder what happened to her, but anyway. At school, the other girls would talk about going shopping with their moms, learning makeup, having someone to cry to and… I don’t know, just feeling safe in that one specific way only a mom can make you feel. I used to make up stories about you, my real mom, being out there somewhere, maybe a traveler or a doctor saving lives. Any

Mothers have their ways to put you on your feet every time, her mom always has a way of ruining their perfectly running conversation whenever she puts a call through, she either asks if she is familiar with the color code 'cockroach brown' just to inform her about the wedding of her neighbor's daughter which she is planning to attend or she brings up a program she listened to on the radio about late childbearing or pre-menopause just to advise her to be fast about settling down or just getting pregnant and bring her her grandchild. Just last week, her mother forwarded a picture of her younger female cousin who had recently put to bed in the states, in a bid to announce that she has become an

"I haven't seen Kaia in forever. Mrs. Keene... don't tell me you never even looked for her?" Mom's face fell. She slammed the door in Ms. Johnson's face. "Don't be ridiculous. She's fine at school. Breaking up a marriage is a terrible sin. Do you know how many good deeds I'd have to do to make up for that?" Ms. Johnson knocked a few more times. No answer. I hugged my knees and sank to the floor, watching her walk away as I sobbed. "Ms. Johnson, I'm here! I've already been murdered! Mom just won't believe me!"

"I'm not a three-year-old. I'm not falling for any more of your empty promises. Mom, just go. And don't come back again." I was about to leave this place and transfer to the headquarters in Costa City. Of course, I did not tell her that. I had lost all desire to share anything about my life with her. Mom finally released her grip on the doorframe, bowed, and walked away. After that, I did not receive any more messages from either of them. It was only when I was in my high-rise apartment in Costa City that I happened to see what was on the news. [A woman with cancer jumped into the river. Her mother attempted to rescue her, and both of them tragically drowned.]

And my mother, Diane Sutherland, was their hero—the brave soldier who endured a supposedly terrible husband so she could funnel the Reeves fortune straight into the Sutherland family's pockets. I stared at the bank records until my heart felt like it had been locked inside a freezer. Then I dragged the file to the trash and deleted it permanently. The next day happened to be the 16th. Mom's call came right on schedule. "Sawyer, you got the money, right? Be careful with it. Don't waste it on anything you don't need." "Got it, Mom." I kept my voice tight and full of gratitude. "I'm sorry you had to go beg him again because of me. I really am."

"I saved three months for your birthday gift, and you threw it into the dog's bed because cheap things would make your classmates laugh. Who did that?" "When I reminded you to take medicine, you called me annoying and had the estate guards keep me from going upstairs. Who was that?" He couldn't answer. I stood and pressed the elevator call button. "You didn't suddenly discover you loved me. You are scared because no one may be left to care for you without conditions." The driver Grant arranged arrived quickly. He wasn't a Moretti man. Noah grabbed my leg again. "Mom, I'll listen from now on. You can hit me, you can scold me. Just don't stop being my mom."

Rhea POV – 8 years old “Here,” Mom said, handing me my plastic doll, the one I had begged for for weeks and she’d saved up to get, as she shoved me into a storage room. “Stay here, don’t wander off. I’ll be back in a few hours.” Aside from her work at home, my mom sometimes worked as a maid at the pack estate. After all, she was just an omega, a single mother desperate to make ends meet.