Novel & Cerita Mother

“No!” ********

“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.” “I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—” “Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.

- Melissa. - Mom!?

Mother sat in the living room, her back to me, a fragile figurine sculpted from sorrow. "Mom?" I called out, his voice rough with a torrent of emotions. She turned her face a map of tear tracks, eyes red-rimmed and raw. Relief and anguish warred within me as I rushed to her side, enveloping her in a hug that spoke of unspoken promises and fierce protectiveness.

At the latest, next week, as he's finishing his work first," Mommy Rara says happily. It turns out that the mother also misses her son. "What?" Daddy Heru exclaims, unable to believe that Faith would leave his work. "Why are you so surprised, Heru? Aren't you happy our son is finally returning to our homeland?" Oma Meri retorts. *) Oma is a term for grandmother.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

So, seeing her trapped in this bed never stopped being heart breaking. My father had always been a big man, standing at 7 feet tall and so muscular he made three of us look like we never worked out. But he was deteriorating more and more, shrinking in front of our very eyes. Every time I came here I swear there was less and less of him. Nova walked to mother first. She had the same red hair as Nova but it was turning white in places now. Nova ran her hand over her hair. She looked at us and smiled “well now I know where I get being a red head from”

~ARIEL~ "It is going to be okay," my mate's mother whispers softly to me as she pulls me into a comforting hug. Her eyes are filled with concern, yet there's a determined glint as she tries to reassure me during this tense moment. "I know it's hard to see or even think about, but it's something our family has to fight to overcome," she continues, her voice steady despite the worry flickering in her expression.