Mother Love Novels & Stories

She gently patted Luna's back. "Let it out, dear, Mama's here. I understand where your pain is coming from; it hurts, but I know you're strong and you can handle it. He doesn't deserve a Luna like you because like the moon, dear, you shine in the darkness; you're superior." What Luna's mother said was right. A mother's feeling and instinct are truly different. With each word and hug from Keisha, there's love and understanding. She made Luna feel that she wasn't alone and that there's always someone to rely on in any situation. A mother's love isn't just about caring and nurturing but also about being supportive and protective of her children in any situation.

I mumbled. “Sure you can but a mother is a mother. No matter how old you get she’ll still feel the need to protect you. Take me as an example; I’m 24 and still my mother treats me like a baby. That’s how mothers’ love works.” He was right about it too. Mother’s love is the only love that is pure with no objective behind it. At least for most of the people. I know some people struggle with mothers as well but I’m not one of those. I acknowledge that my mother loves me. “You’re right.” I mumbled, hanging my head low. “I should go.” I sighed, getting up from the chair.

She picked it up, tracing the contours of her mother's smiling face, her heart aching with longing. "I miss you, Mom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I wish you were here, guiding me through this darkness. I need your strength now more than ever." As tears streamed down her cheeks, Katara found solace in the memories of her mother's unwavering love. She remembered the way her mother had always encouraged her to follow her heart, to find her own path to happiness. It was a reminder that love, despite its complexities and hardships, was worth fighting for.

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

Nevertheless, I still love her as my mother. Our bond has always been strong and unbreakable by anyone's efforts. But now, I realise it's time to let go of the past and allow my mother's spirit to rest in peace. I've been contemplating this for some time, understanding that she deserves to be with someone who can take better care of her. Although she may not be physically present, she remains with me emotionally and mentally. A mother's love is an unstoppable force that can overcome anything. Regardless of what transpires between us, that love will never be extinguished. Even in moments of anger, a mother's love remains unwavering.

It makes you do all those silly things; you lose yourself because you don't exercise boundaries and limitations. “Love? I saw love destroy my mother; I saw her beg my father's family to accept her and me, and now she’s still hoping to get approval even at her dying moments.” My mother is damned with love, and I will ensure I’m not sharing the same fate. Love is my mother’s religion; she even said her reward is when she’s in heaven. What a shame to be a prisoner of love despite all the pain and agony it caused her. “You think love is just rainbows and butterflies, do you? Well, your mother is a true hero, bearing the dark side of love.”

As they argued from the hotel back home, the atmosphere grew colder and heavier. Mom kept talking, recounting her years of suffering and love for him. "Liam, do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you over the years?" Mom sobbed uncontrollably. This was a moment of utter defeat and vulnerability I had never seen from her before. "You've always been my priority; I don't even think about anything else! Is this how you repay me in the end?" Mom clutched Dad's collar, crumpling it in the process. Even so, Dad remained motionless as he stood there cold and detached while Mom screamed her heart out.

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

She blinked hard. "And as for you being a mother," Mindy continued, her voice softer now. "You are the most caring, most loyal, most fiercely present person I have ever known in my life. You show up for the people you love without being asked, without being thanked, without needing anything in return. You have been doing that your whole life." She shook her head slowly. "Your child is going to be so loved, Andrea. So incredibly loved. And you are going to figure out the rest as you go because that is what every single mother who has ever existed has had to do. Nobody gets a manual. You just love them and you show up and you figure it out."

“Mum, you are the heart of our family. Every day, I look at you, and I see my role model. Every day, I wish to grow stronger and more beautiful like the woman that you are. Every day, I pray to God to keep you safe and healthy for me. You are so kind… generous and loving and you have no idea how much you are shaping my brother and me to be a better person like you. You are the most selfless person that I have seen and I thank God for the gift of you.” “Oh, God,” Elena broke into tears where she sat. “Although we might nag at you, and fight you because we want to have our way, but… trust me, we wouldn't have asked for a better mother. God, you are so strong, mum. You are so awesome, mama. You