Mommy Mearest Novels & Stories

she teased. "Naku, Mommy, you look stunning too. You look even more beautiful," I replied, feeling shy and laughing softly. Mommy reminded me of Lucy Torres—so sweet and soft-spoken, the type of person who seems like she could never get angry. "Okay, Mommy, let’s go. It’s almost 7 pm," I added. AT THE EVENT AREA

“Baby... open your eyes.” My voice cracked. I sounded like a stranger to myself. “Open your eyes for Daddy. Come on, just once.” I shook her gently, my hands trembling. Her skin was still warm, but her chest wasn’t rising. No soft breaths. No flutter of lashes. Just stillness. My voice cracked. For the first time in a long time… I cried.

"Mom, don't be angry. Minlan and I have a very important matter to tell you." "What is it? Tell me quickly!" Madame Sandford's life was really boring. When she heard that there was something important, her spirits were lifted. Only then did Dexon place the test sheet he brought down on the table. His tone was filled with joy as he said, "Mom, we found your second granddaughter!"

Cassandra,with the 'C' not 'k' is my best friend ever since I could speak the word, 'Mom' She is a ray of sunshine which is too bright sometimes, I could never keep up with her ball of energy that seems to be bouncing north and south,even in times -not necessary. She's a sweetheart regardless of her cute,quirky self. Callum villa^ “Mom,We are fine, Our honeymoon ended last week,Callum has some work and you know he's always busy,so,we cut the days short” mom on the other side let out a sigh,which only means she is either worried or tense. Both,which I rather ignore for the sake of my sanity.

—JASMINE. - I slowly open my eyes, groggily aware of my surroundings. I'm met with the gentle touch of tiny fingers tracing my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Panic begins to rise, but it's quickly replaced by a sense of calm as I hear Astria's soft, sweet voice whispering a single word that makes my heart skip a beat: "Mommy?" I turn to face her, and my gaze falls upon her cherubic face, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity.

After everything? That night, back in the dorm after a quiet dinner with Mia (who was slowly becoming the best friend I’d hoped for, blunt edges and all), I video-called home. The screen lit up with the beautiful new coastal mansion—ocean waves crashing in the background under the evening sky. Mom’s face appeared first, warm and loving, with Dad peeking over her shoulder and the younger ones waving from behind. “Hi, sweetheart! How’s everything?” Mom asked, her eyes lighting up.

With all her wealth and our family's name, mommy could easily put off anyone overstepping her boundaries. However, today, Mrs. Grey plays the role of a loving and devoted mother. She has an angelic and charming natural smile, only seen within her compound and on a few occasions for the camera. Today Mrs. Grey dazzles in a long chocolate dress, revealing her curves to the public. I envy mommy for being 20 years older than I, yet looking like my age mate. Whenever in social places with her, people, including my friends, mistake mommy for my sister. Mrs. grey pushes aside her old age with a continuous workout. Mommy enjoys morning and evening runs. She participates in weekend hiking and hill-cl

"Okay, fine. I was a rebel. Happy?" "No. Say it properly. It was Veena, you, Messiah—" "How are you going to walk past that? Messiah is the shittiest. More than Veena actually," Boraxip argued. "Okay, I'll take that," Mom said. "Because I know now it's true," she giggled. "You've met...Uncle Messiah?" Monde spoke up with a frown, eyeing my mom. All traces of humour were gone between the two lovebirds as they quickly shared a look.

“Mom, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.

She was just an innocent little kid who deserved the perfect world. "Grampa, I'm thirthty~" "Let's go to your Mommy." Celeste's beautiful red dress bounced as she ran towards the gazebo. Her cute little steps kept up with Elliot's steady strides. "Mommy, water~" Cecilia handed Celeste's pink water bottle to let her drink up. "Celeste, don't rush! The water is dripping!"