Mother Naked At Home Novels & Stories

With my approval, he had recorded everything. I then got him to upload the footage online. I did not just want Amelia and Emerald to face legal consequences, but I also wanted them to experience complete social ruin! The footage went viral. [Mother-in-law exaggerated 8,800-dollar wedding gift as 880,000 dollars.] [Bride kicks the groom until he is paralyzed.] The footage quickly shot up to become a trending topic. Within hours, millions of furious netizens discussed it. “My god, this is insane! Are they even humans?”

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

"Atlas, Naomi, you can sit for a while. The food will be ready soon." Naomi and Atlas nodded at her. Mona looked at her son who was surrounding Atlas, and the old lady who was surrounding Naomi. With nothing to do, she turned and went upstairs. She might as well focus on taking care of herself and put on a face mask since she still had time. Sigh, her son wasn’t really her son. Maybe she should just be the most beautiful grandmother from now on. Downstairs. The old lady enthusiastically pulled Naomi in: "Naomi, grandma sees you’ve gotten so thin. Is that boy not taking good care of you?"

"A woman was found dead in her room two hours ago. The police are trying to investigate." The female reporter's voice became a summer background. I leaned against the kitchen at home, staring at the television screen that Papa had deliberately placed at the far end of the kitchen. The reason is because Mama likes to spend time in the kitchen when Papa is busy outside with his work, Mama likes to cook, make cakes, make snacks when she is bored. Not wanting to make Mama even more bored, Papa put another television in the kitchen. An act of love that set the standard for me when I was looking for a man.

Her almost second skin tight-fitted one piece light red outfit which half of her thigh was exposed, was shouting for attention especially her voluptuous bosoms on those alluring cleavage. Her blonde wavy hair was in a mess and her heavy makeup was almost sagging. She thought she would have another dramatic entrée but to her frustrating shock, there's no one in the mansion except for Lily. "Dr. Young Master and his family went to the ranch. Madam Lauren went to the grocery store with Fe and Jaden. Gloria and Laila were instructed to clean Tristan's room and playground!" Lily replied in one breath out of nervousness. "Wait! Slow down!" Eve raised her hand gesturing Lily to stop talking.

I would have crossed the street, changed seats, pretended not to see the woman with the red-rimmed eyes and the shaking hands and the laugh that sounded like something dying. Let her edge away. Let everyone edge away. I was radioactive with pain, and I didn't care who knew it. --- Mom was watching TV when I got home. The volume was low, the way she always kept it so she could hear me come in. Some old black-and-white movie she loved, something with Katherine Hepburn and a lot of witty banter that she'd probably seen a hundred times before. She was curled up on the couch with her blanket pulled up to her chin, the one I'd knitted her three Christmases ago when I'd been too broke to buy a real

Mama pushing me and I got excited. She went back to her room and I followed her. As we entered the room, Jade was watching television. As soon as she saw us coming in, she immediately laid down and covered herself with the blanket. "Okay Javen, get your wife out of my room! I need to rest properly," Mama said in a loud voice. She put her head out of the blanket, surprised at what her mother said. "Mama, NO!" she blurted out.

Adam insisted, his voice filled with warmth. Adam guided her up the stairs, gracefully navigating through the halls of his home. "It stays pretty quiet here," Adam shared. "It's just my mother, me, and a few servants. My mother is ninety-two years old and spends most of her time asleep. I'm often away during the day, so it would be wonderful to have someone to keep her company. Of course, it's entirely up to you, but she'll adore having a fresh pair of ears to share her stories with." Adam's laughter echoed, lightening the mood.

"Will you please make some for us?" "Of course. I'm already done here" She picked up her water can and turned to walk away and we began to follow her from behind until we got to her side of the house and she ushered us into her home. Her living room was pretty simple with just a single couch and no TV. Just wall frames of lakes and the mountains. The kitchen was connected to her living room and smells just like baked ginger bread. "Please sit while I go reheat the coffee" Once she was out of sight, I hissed at the rogue leader, "what did you do to my mother. Why can't she freaking remember her own child?"