Mother-daughter Novels Novels & Stories

"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!"

"Okay, you can give him/her anything you want to and I can buy you a new one." Mo Jiang Hui fell silent for a few minutes and suddenly asked bowing his head, "Father, do I get a mother too?" His voice sounded sad. Mo Shan froze for a moment hearing his son's words. "Why? Don't you want a mother?" "But I read in storybooks that stepmothers are all evil. And, I don't want an evil woman to be my mother, father." "So, you think that your father cannot separate the evil from good, huh?" Mo Shan asked him in a sardonic way.

She'd even sworn that Elliot would love her no matter what she looked like. And now? She had literally turned into the one person Elliot had always wanted most, his own mother. Yet, here he was… doing everything he could to drive her away. I couldn't resist stirring the pot. "Elliot, how can you say that? She's your beloved Diana and your mom. That's two of your favorite people rolled into one. Shouldn't you like her even more now?" Her face twisted in fury. One would even suspect she could hear my conversation with the system as she spat, "I knew it. You're the one behind all of this! Amber Loft, who were you talking to just now?

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

"I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations. "I'm happy for her. And Mom. They've got each other now. Tia's cool—smart, super energetic. I feel better knowing Mom's not alone." Elayne hugged me tight. "It's okay to cry." And just like that, it all broke. "I'm so jealous. Why her? Why does she get to be with Mom—and I don't?"

Just now, the three of them called her Mommy or did she misheard that? Does this mean that her daughter was a… mother? Definitely not possible!" What... what's going on?" She asked and walked in. " I am asking you why these kids are calling you mother! Why are they here? Who are they? Why are they associated with you?" She made it sound like her daughter was really a human trafficker. Seeing that those girls that sold Candy to her were looking at her weirdly, she hurriedly held her mother and smiled. " Mom, why don't we just go back first and talk about all these later?"

Mom was still in her early 20s then, so she had believed every single word my father had said. A while after that, she got pregnant with me, and that was when my parents hurriedly got married. Mom told me that the ten months she was pregnant had been the best time of her life. She was spoiled rotten by my father, who made her all sorts of delicious food and fulfilled her every need. When I was born, however, the tune changed for my father when he realized that I was a girl. His attitude toward Mom changed even before she was discharged from the hospital. And whenever I cried or made a fuss, he would scold her and call her all sorts of derogatory names.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'