Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Joe's voice cracked as he screamed, "You promised you'd be loyal! Who the hell is this guy?" Hailey's parents showed up soon after, but instead of being shocked by her behavior, they went straight for Joe. Her mother lit into him, furious. "This is your fault! If you'd been a real man and satisfied my daughter, she wouldn't have needed to look elsewhere! She ramped it up with more drama, pounding her chest and wailing. "You tricked my daughter into this pathetic marriage, didn't even pay a bride price or throw a wedding! Then you got her pregnant and left her to suffer. With her beauty, she could've married into a wealthy family and lived like a queen!"

Leaning on the seat, she looked out the window. "I have to get my mom's painting. Those were very close to Mom. I can not afford to lose them" Anna whispered to herself thinking about her mom. Her mom was a famous artist. Anna smiled thinking about those days when they used to draw paintings together. Everything was good until they found out her father cheated on her mother. Her mom endured everything for Anna's sake but slowly her health broke down and doctors declared her mom had cancer and it was her last stage. She only had three months to live. Anna saw the pain and suffering her mom went through. How she used to cry silently. How she became skin to bone. How much she cried to her fathe

Rose ended the call immediately. “Tyler, we need to go.” “Go where, Mom?” “Please, no questions now.” “But I’m worried.” “It’s nothing to worry about, T.” “Mom, I heard you two arguing over the phone.” “I said no questions. Pack your bags now.” “But we can’t just leave our only home.” “No, it’s not.” Rose’s voice broke. “Your father took your real home from you, and now Sonia is doing the same.”

' Her cheeks burned recounting it, the phantom sensation of his lips sucking her clit making her shift in the seat, a fresh dampness between her thighs. Mira's mouth fell open, but she stayed silent, urging her on. 'But earlier this morning, after his argument with my mother about the wedding, he kissed her, hard, right in front of me. Grabbed her tit, squeezed it like he owned her, and they went back to the room. I could hear everything: her begging, him growling, the bed slamming as he fucked her senseless. And to top it all off, my mother sold our house without telling me. Auctioned it off like it was nothing. Now I'm stuck in that house forever with them. Selene... I don't even know what

What’s the real story with her? “Maddie, your mom’s relationship with your dad wasn’t what you’ve been told. It wasn’t your dad who was the bad guy—your mom was the one who hurt him, pushing him around and controlling him. It’s hard to admit, but he was always scared of her. Your mom, Olivia Arellano, married your dad for money, not love. She wanted to secure her legacy, and that’s where you come in, Maddie.”

"I'm not hungry." The lock clicked, and Mom entered carrying a tray. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, but I felt no sympathy. "You need to eat," she said, setting the tray on my nightstand. I stared at her, wondering if she could see the newfound horror in my eyes. "Did you know?" She frowned. "Know what?" "About the women. The ones who died after being with Dominic." Mom's face paled, confirming my worst fears. "Those are just rumors, sweetheart. Pack gossip."

It was as if my problems with Luciano weren't going to be over anytime soon because my mother-in-law had her invited to my house _ Vivan dean; my husband's supposed friend who isn't his mistress.. My mom begged me to control myself and I only did that because I was pregnant, I would not want to do something stupid and that leads to me loosing my unborn child... "Hey! You good, please don't kill her?".. Shortly after my mom left, Luciano's Mom came and told me the same thing. I cannot believe they would imagine that I'll kill her : even though I want that so bad..

"Shh, it's okay. Calm down…take deep breaths okay?" Madison nodded shakily, shutting her eyes and imagining her mother stroking her hair affectionately like she used to do in the past, when she lay on the bed in her room when she was still a kid. It made her feel slightly better, when she was done and now it was having the same little soothing effects on her. “Good girl…now, tell me everything. Talk to me. What is bothering you? Money problems? Health problems or what?” As steady as she could keep her voice, she narrated the whole story to her mother, this time not leaving out the part with Damien and Alvarez, the dress, what happened at the club and at the bakery.

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m