Mother Novels Novels & Stories

Because of this Madam DeRoss then had no choice but to let Flora marry Haley's father. When Flora first arrived at the DeRoss family, Grandmother lived with the DeRoss family to protect her from her stepmother. But Flora was very good at disguising herself. She bought her the most beautiful clothes, the best chocolates, and persuaded her to call her "mom." For many years to come, Flora never showed her true colors and always played the role of a loving mother. But when she finally left the DeRoss family, slowly reminiscing about her childhood, Haley realized that every time she pampered her, there was a hidden blade behind it.

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

"I'm only doing this for you, Johnny! This is just between you and me. No one else needs to know. You've been married for a year, and Annie still hasn't given you a child yet. She should've been kicked out ages ago! "On the other hand, Lily is young, innocent, and healthy. She could have several kids without a problem. Once she does, I'll take them back home to raise. Your life here won't be affected at all." "But Mom, aside from not having kids, Annie is great in every other way. I'm worried that if she finds out..." Johnny hesitated. Karen glared at him exasperatedly and chided, "A barren woman is useless! You're too soft-hearted and always so indecisive. Just listen to me and do as I say.

By then, I'd become a professional—a mother who could stand on her own and support Luca through my own hard work. Challenges hadn't broken me before, and they wouldn't now. In time, we'd find the answers we needed.

I'd come to prevent one. "The Mother is real," I told them, watching their faces carefully. "And she's gathering an army to open the gate to The First Ones." A heavy silence fell over the room. Even Reina stopped staring at me. "Those are just stories," Alpha Damon said, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. "I wish they were." I pulled a worn leather journal from my bag and put it on the table. "This belonged to my grandma. She fought The Mother sixty years ago and barely survived."

"What does this have to do with me? I didn't personally kill Mrs. Hughes Senior. How can you pin her death on me? Besides, you're the one who didn't explain things clearly from the start, which is why Martin didn't know what was happening. Isn't this all your fault? "If you'd just told him the whole story from the beginning, would any of this have happened? And yes, I'm sad that Mrs. Hughes Senior died too, but how can dead people be more important than the living? You should stop being so upset. It's not like Mrs. Hughes Senior was actually your real mother anyway."

“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

After that argument, Gianna and Matteo fell into a cold war. He stopped visiting, and she refused to reach out first. Lately, in her dreams, she kept seeing a warm family that did not exist—doting parents with relatives gathered around them. This longing was like an addiction. It flared up during rainy nights in the city, gnawing at her bones and piercing her heart. Hence, despite Matteo's strict warnings, she found herself drawn once again to the gates of Orleen Estate.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right