More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

We've all got something, right? At home, we are the mega-normal mom and son. Mom doesn't know about me and Ashe. Our life is like it was before 'bad mom' came into my room that night. That was the only time in our house. Okay, it's a game and maybe real fucked up, but I sure don't care. I love my Mom more than ever and she's so spontaneous about her alter-ego. Like last week. It's a Friday, I'd just got home from school, hanging on my bed watchin videos on my phone. A text bangs in. From Mom

Why would she think it’s her fault. “He was right. I can’t look after myself so how could I have expected to look after a child. If I can’t even look after myself then how? How? I am a very bad mom. I lost my pup. How could I have been so stupid. I should have taken better care of myself. I should’ve done more. I should’ve drank more water. I should’ve slept on time. I should’ve sat down more. I should have listened to him.” I sat there crying silently as she spoke, watching her cry freely as she spoke, convincing herself she was wrong. She paused, suddenly throwing the duvet off her body, attempting to stand up.

The comments section was flooded with outrage. "Holy shit! Is this woman even human? She actually made her daughter sell blood?" "KPI-style parenting? That's murder by gaslighting!" "My heart breaks for Sabrina. Having a mom like that is like being cursed for eight lifetimes!" Overnight, Mom went from a long-suffering single mother to the KPI villain mother, cursed by everyone across the internet. The blade she'd used to strike at me had plunged deep into her own heart instead.

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

If I’m going to get on board with this big ass party, then I’m going to do it in style. “Yay” she sung, clapping her hands in front of her while bouncing on her feet. It’s hard to remember sometimes that she is basically my mother-in-law and more than twenty years older than us. Her spirit is so carefree, she makes it feel like she is just one of the girls. It’s all part of why I love her. “Nat can come too, right?” “Absolutely. She’s coming, Deena too”. Gunner groaned and rubbed his hand down his face. A look of exasperation crossed his tired face.

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

The way she listened, nodding and responding with genuine interest, made me feel valued and understood. As we walked, I couldn't help but reflect on the ease of our connection. It made me wonder why my mom never talks to me like that. Our conversations often feel surface-level, filled with polite inquiries about school or my friends, but rarely do we delve into deeper topics. Maybe she's just too caught up in her love for my dad, or perhaps she feels the need to maintain a certain distance, believing it’s for my own good.

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

"Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years.