More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

I'm choosing not to examine that sentence too closely because I have bigger things to deal with currently. My mom has a type – tall, handsome, confident, full of promises that expire within six months. She collects them the way some people collect stamps or bad habits – methodically and with an optimism that would be inspiring if it didn't always end with her crying in the bathroom at 2 AM while I pretended to be asleep on the other side of the wall.

Momma nudges me with her shoulder and my cheeks burn brighter. “No, I’m having a tropical moment.” I sass back, and she laughs, throwing her head back before she kisses my head and hugs me. “Yeah, right, and I’m the pope.” She says, and I groan at her. “Don’t let your dads or brother, for that matter, find out about your … Tropical moments. You know how they are.” I glare at her and she winks at me, smiling. “Hey Mav, how are you and little Melody finding it here?” Oh just great, did I tell you my momma is the biggest wind up merchant there is out there? No, well yeah, she is.

Her legs shuffled awkwardly and her legs were on the verge of colliding with each other, she quickly used the table to support herself. "Mom, you're officially insane." She struck a final pose, hands on hips, and grinned from ear to ear. "Insane or brilliant? Either way, you're up, Sleepyhead!" I shook my head in disbelief. "You know, most moms would just use an alarm clock." "There's absolutely no fun in that. Now get your ass into that bathroom." She winked and blew an air kiss in my direction before leaving the room. My bond with Mom is something else. She's got this knack for turning everyday stuff into a comedy show. We're not your typical parent-child duo; it's more like having a partn

Then, she was going to look up those profiles, and if they were married, she would be filled with joy, and if they weren’t, she would start her long talks on why men should get married as soon as they had the right man. I followed her upstairs and laughed as she commented on her hourglass shape. Mom was the definition of a model who didn’t lose their sass even after they hit forty. She was the family's Halle Berry. My phone buzzed. It was a message from James. They were on their way home. The kids were missing me. I sighed. Just when I thought I was going to enjoy the rest of the morning listening to mom’s rants and painting our nails, The kids had to miss me!

No matter how we try to dwell alongside humans and adapt their manners to blend in, our animal side will never be tamed. "So, Jurius, how do you feel knowing that days from now you'll find your soulmate?" asked Mom excitedly. My mom's a light, beautiful brown-haired she-wolf with dark brown eyes. Tate and I had her eyes. She was always the one interested in stirring up a conversation around the dining table. My dad hit me in the back proudly, almost causing me to swallow the chicken bone. "Good," I said, almost blushing. My mom couldn't wait to have another daughter. She wanted more children, but the moon goddess didn't give her that chance. So she was relying on me and my brother to make he

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

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

Dad asked, “We’ll be out all day. Should we bring Chloe? She’s light. I can carry her if needed.” Mom shook her head. “Forget it. Today is for Lucas. If she comes, we’ll have to cater to her mood.” Dad nodded and drove off. But Mom… I’ve never been to an amusement park. Luckily, I was already dead. No one could see me. If I followed them just to take a look, I wouldn’t have any regrets. The moment we entered the park, Lucas lit up with excitement. He spotted the carousel and ran toward it. “Slow down,” Mom called after him. “You’ll fall.”

" Dad suddenly gasped for air and collapsed straight to the ground. Ethan caught him just in time, but he didn't stop yelling at me. "Your mom did all that because she loved you. She would give her life for you without hesitation, and this is how you talk about her? Mark my words, Rosie Mitchell! Karma will catch up to you." As the crowd around us grew, I rolled my eyes. "You're not the one about to die, so why are you all so anxious? I know she's my mother. Maybe you should ask her if she'd want me to break the rules." I turned and pretended to ask into the ward.

She couldn't bear to wake her. Upon seeing Lizzy arrive alone, Alex Ye lifted his gaze to her. Catching the look Alex shot her way, Lizzy blinked innocently. After a brief silence, Alex inquired, "Lizzy, where's your mommy?" Lizzy exhaled deeply, answering with a sage tone, "Mommy's been working too hard on her articles! She needs some more sleep." Alex replied, "But if Mommy skips breakfast, she might get so hungry she'll feel faint."