Mother Novels Novels & Stories

My mother, Everly Monroe, was hurrying toward me. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Delicate features, huge innocent eyes, and a slender figure that made her look like a goddess or an angel. Her soft blonde hair looked like it had been kissed by moonlight—no wonder the media once called her “the woman who most resembles the Moon Goddess.” Someone like her was never meant to stay in a place like Pebble Creek Pack, let alone marry a farmer. And she realized that pretty quickly herself. At age 21, she walked out of our house and never looked back.

She was whispering something to his mother. As far as he could remember, Matthew had never seen his mother cry. Even when she was ridiculed by the other aunties, his mother kept on being a strong person. His mother did not act like a rich lady even though she was married into a prestigious family. She had even volunteered at an orphanage. Apart from that, she was all smiles when she talked to the servants. How could a mother like her kill Molly? Matthew started to believe that Molly’s death was an accident. He only blamed his mother as he was consumed by rage.

“Because my mother touched your weakness, because my mother was a stain on you that you could not get rid of. “Then, Old Master Shaw, can I say some words for my mother?” Old Master Shaw quickly nodded. “Alright. Very well, my daughter, you can speak.” “My mother made ten thousand mistakes, and was shameless, pestering you even though you had a family. Those were all her faults. She was lowly, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do. She ruined your family, but could you please…

“Meanwhile, you have a chat with Alexa.” Jonathan opened white the door leading to his mother’s room. The place was the cleanest it could get since his mother was such a clean freak. Several classic novels like Shakespeare, Jane Austen, and Leo Tolstoy decked on the vanished wooden shelves. Either his mother read books in her spare time or would knit sweaters for the Christmas season, as she did right now. His heart wedged painfully in his chest, looking at her again. She gained a few pounds as she tended to comfort foods to deviate from her stress. Unlike his wife would eat nothing when something worried her.

M. The pieces were finally locking together, but they didn't form a picture I wanted to see. My mother wasn't a victim who had escaped a fire. She was the one running the ledger. She was the Matriarch. And Julian wasn't a savior; he was just a warehouse manager keeping an eye on the inventory.

Athena's POV The party is shaping up to be a typical affair—elegant but predictably tedious. My mother’s meticulous preparations are evident in every detail. My mother has spent years navigating the treacherous waters of high society, a world where her entry was never guaranteed. My father, despite being from one of the most prestigious families in the States, chose to marry outside of their well-heeled circle. My mother, a Brazilian from São Paulo, was raised in poverty, and at just sixteen, she stepped into the world of modelling to support her family. Her beauty, as my maternal grandmother used to joke, was their ticket out of poverty. She worked incredibly hard to build a life for hersel

He was trying to keep his voice level, but I could hear the confusion and frustration seeping into his words. “Well just now for one. But I have been many times throughout my life. Every time that Hank beat me, or every time that something bad happened at school, she would call me to her and comfort me. When I was a baby, she brought me food, rocked me to sleep and took care of me. And she sang to me, a lullaby, oh Gunner it is the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and her voice is magnificent. Can you believe it? I had a mother this whole time! Gunner, I wasn’t alone, Selene, or mother as I called her, she was there” “Woah, woah, woah! Zee slow down! Are you telling me that the Moon Go

***** Old Master Mo’s flashbacks: And yes, it was actually true. Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo were childhood sweethearts. But after Old Master Mo went to the military, Old Madam Mo’s family married her to another boy despite her unwillingness. But she got nothing in marriage except abuse from her husband and in-laws. Even when she returned to her home to tell them about her life in her husband’s home, none of her family members were willing to help her.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

" There he is, mom!' Kia said again and pointed at a man. What the hell? She thought in shock. How did Anderson find out about his children? This was definitely the handwork of her mother! Just then, the Highlander stopped and a bodyguard walked towards them. Mary on the other hand, frowned as she recollect all that had happened. She was sure that she was actually fit to become Mrs. Banks, after all, she was the big deal but did she actually say something bad earlier? " I haven't come here for dinner for a long time. So, what about you?" She began