Mom X Daughter Novels & Stories

My mother's face flushes as she says "I think I know what's best for my daughter, Mr. Sinclair," she responds "I think you should let your daughter make her own decisions. She isn't a child," Xavier says, causing my mother's face to turn even redder than it was. She opens her mouth to say something, but I use that opportunity to interject.

"You already know everyone, except him, who's part of MAMA ÁFRICA, the NGO my daughter was a part of. Now he's a member of the same golf club as me and hangs out at the café. He may no longer be my daughter's boss, but he has become a dear friend of the family." "Thank you for the kind words, Ramón. It's an honor to be part of your family," X replies, raising his champagne glass toward my father. "By the way, you have a beautiful family. And seeing your wife, I know where your daughters got their beauty from. In terms of beauty, that is." X finishes, looking at me as I gulp down my wine all at once, much to my husband's astonishment. "Oh, that's very kind of you," my mother says, embarrassed

"Alright, take a seat, Maron." "Thanks," I said, settling in. "Now, down to business—what’s your relationship with Rexxona?" His tone shifted slightly when he said her name. I considered spinning some tale, but I knew Rex wouldn’t want me to lie—not even now. "I’m her mother," I said proudly. He looked confused, understandably so. We didn’t smell alike. "We live together," I clarified. "She’s like a daughter to me." "Ohhhh," he said in realization.

Then she walked to her daughter and asked, "How are you feeling, Baby?" Valencia smiled at her mother and replied, "I am alright, Mom. The baby is so beautiful; she looks like you, Mom." Valery turned and looked at Caroline and said, "Do you mind giving us some space? I want to talk to my daughter alone." Caroline was about to leave when Xavier stopped her. He looked at his mother-in-law and said, "With due respect, Mrs Moore. Should you want to talk to your daughter alone, please wait until she is discharged from the hospital. Also, I am so tired of the Moore family secrets. Please respect my mother."

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

“Come along, dear,” Mom says to Xander, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him.

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

"My sister has been struggling to get pregnant for a long time, so she's under a lot of emotional stress. She just thought your baby was cute and couldn't help looking for a moment. She wasn't trying to steal your child." The woman shot me a sideways glance, her tone growing even more contemptuous. "Just look at her face, covered in acne. You can tell she's mentally twisted and full of bitterness. Even if someone like her could get pregnant, she'd never raise a child properly. Who knows what kind of sick thoughts she has?" My whole body trembled with rage. I opened my mouth to argue, only for my mother to grab me first. She frowned impatiently. "Cassidy, you were in the wrong first. Stop mak

I exhale sharply as she giggles again. “Hanibanchi, stop it.” “Mom, can you stop humping Dad for a second?” “Zayne, our daughter needs our full attention.” “Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Dad chimes in. I sigh. “Nothing. Just wanted to let you know I’m coming over on Friday with Xoi.” “Okay, baby. See you then. Love you,” Mom says simply. “Love you too,” Dad adds. “I love you guys too,” I mutter before hanging up.