Mommy Is My Hero Novels & Stories

I knew, deep down, where she might be—where Rhea might have taken her. Finally, I arrived at the old break room, hidden away from the main hustle of the hospital. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the muffled voices coming from inside. I edged closer, just in time to hear Rhea’s cruel voice cutting through the air. “You think your mommy’s something special, don’t you? Well, guess what? She’s not. She’s just a—”

[VICTORIA'S POV] The video has been viewed five million times in less than twenty-four hours. I watch it again for the twentieth time today. That kid. Davison Walker. Twelve years old,Sitting in his bedroom. Looking directly at the camera with those big, earnest eyes. Telling "his truth." Defending his mother and making me look like a monster. "My mom is not a manipulator. She's not a bad person. She's a hero." Hero. The word makes me want to throw my laptop across the room.

“Yes, buddy she has. But don’t worry …” “I’m not worried. Mommy is a superhero. She will be ok, chill out daddy!” I choke on what he is saying. Helios chuckles as the rest of the room stifles a laugh. Remind me to never, and I mean never, let Helios be around him again.

For me. The moment she found me, her face lit up. her entire expression shifting with a joy so pure it made my breath catch. “My daddy,” she began, her voice steady, clear, unshaken by the crowd. “Is my hero.” I stiffened. “He teaches me everything I know, and he always makes sure I smile.” A pause. A deep breath. Her little eyes shimmered as she continued. “One day, I want to be just as strong and kind as my daddy.”

“I wasn’t expecting to see my mom here today.” Everyone chuckled lightly, and I smiled, though my chest ached with emotion. “My mother…” I paused, looking at her directly, “…has been the strongest woman I’ve ever known. She raised me with nothing but faith and hard work, even when life threw everything at her. And even now, she’s taking care of my dad, who’s still recovering from Eclipse Syndrome. Mom, you’re my hero.” Her hands flew to her mouth, and I saw her shoulders shake with tears.

I smiled at him. “Happy birthday, baby!” My mom exclaimed and pulled me into her arms for a tight hug. My mom was my hero. She was our pack’s hero. I would never be able to live up to her incredible reputation! I have been thinking about it a lot over the past couple of weeks. She had only one vision, but that one vision saved our pack. It saved us. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and focussed on the enormous birthday cake that was being wheeled into the dining room.

It’s so damn good. Her nipple falls from my mouth as my head presses between her tits and my lower body grinds into her hand. “Amelia!” I whine. “Yeah, Mommy?” she asks me and I can feel my orgasm coming even closer. I’ve never had someone call me ‘Mommy’ like that before, but I fucking love it. I never understood why guys liked it when a girl called them Daddy, but I get it now. “That feels so good,” I moan, opening my legs wider so that I can feel more of her inside of me.

She watched in alarm as Damien ordered his imposing bodyguards to take Zara Watson away. Determined not to let an injustice occur before her eyes, Melissa summoned her courage and stepped forward, blocking Damien's path. "You can't do this! This is kidnapping!" She protested, her voice laced with desperation. Damien's eyes locked onto Melissa's, his face impassive. Without warning, he leaned forward, invading her personal space. The scent of his cologne enveloped her, making her senses reel. Startled, she instinctively leaned back, but Damien leaned in even closer, until their nose nearly touched.

"Mommy, I'm just going to get some water." "Thanks, Greena. I'm feeling ill, so my boss sent me home early," she weakly answered. "Why, what's the problem?" asked Daddy, who had already approached us. "Mommy is not feeling well," I said to him. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. When I returned, I was taken aback to see Mommy's head resting on Daddy's shoulder, and as I gazed at them, a wave of jealousy surged within me. I just ignored that. I took a deep breath and approached them with a smile. "Here," I said and reached for the glass of water. She thanked me and drank it. "Mommy, maybe you're not eating because you're busy at work. I can see that you lose weight. You also

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.