Mother Novels Novels & Stories

"Mark my words, Bruce Dickson! You'd better go and get Mom to check it out. Get it diagnosed and treated as soon as possible!" This wasn't the first time Sabrina told me to get her mom, Diana Wilcox, to check out my condition. Diana was a very famous top-tier andrologist at the Central Hospital. Her skills were exceptional, and she was also known as the best andrologist in town. But she was my mother-in-law! How could I possibly go to her for something like this as her son-in-law? Moreover, although she was already in her 40s, she was prettier than Sabrina, and I found mature women like her having a particularly feminine charm I couldn't resist.

"Yesterday with your mother felt rushed. I should probably go visit her properly today." After acting in so many period dramas, I knew the rule: if a new wife wanted to survive in her husband's house, step one was winning over the mother-in-law. General Ironhart hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Very well. Be careful." "Don't worry." After meeting her yesterday, I could already tell his mother was the difficult type. But that was okay. I grew up without parents and was raised by relatives. One of the first things life taught me was how to read a room.

"But spouses should share hardships and joyful moments together. When Victor needed her most, she chose to leave. What gives her the right to come back now that he's successful? "Ms. Lloyd shamelessly clung to him again, this time as a nanny. To avoid traumatizing the child, everyone was told Ms. Lloyd was the family's nanny. "I've tried so hard to be a good mother to Tony, yet he rejects me so. Only now do I understand how difficult it is to be a stepmother, how hard it is to reach a child's heart.

The aftermath of the night was draped over every surface—shredded black silk, the lingering, heavy scent of woodsmoke, and the silver mask lying discarded on the plush carpet like a fallen, hollow idol. I lay awake, my eyes tracing the intricate moldings of the ceiling. My body felt heavy, marked by the possessive weight of a man who was, by every legal and biological definition, my father-in-law.

He said. Hearing him said that, Mrs. Charmaine's eyes turned outrageously red. His statement pissed her off and irritated her. She raised her eyebrows in anger and yelled. "If you are in my shoe, will you be happy again after losing a darling husband and two children on the same day?!" She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. She lowered her voice. "It would be better if my children are dead. I would have wept maybe till I lose vision. But there are lost, not dead. How will I overcome the trauma?"

mom adds. "Is it because he's an Alpha? Is that why you two are fine with all of this? You both know I don't want to go," I argue, and before my mother can say it, I continue for her, "and I know, you came here for Dad, you had to sacrifice, but maybe I'm not willing to do that. At least you liked Dad." "You don't like David?" My father asks. "I must say that's rather strange." "Of course she likes him, Dale. He's her mate. She's just being difficult because she would rather run around the world than be a Luna."

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

Angelica repeated her daughter's words, as if being stabbed in the back. Mollie took a sip of water and said, "Yeah, and my sister is not like mom, she's not all serious and old-fashioned. She goes shopping with me, takes me to Disneyland, and even got me a Lina Belle. Dad said they just talk about work and then play with me. Mom, sometimes you're just too suspicious." Women are originally weak, but become strong when they are mothers. If Angelica was in pain just now, she's now feeling cold all over, like she's lost sensation.

"I'm glad to hear that. It's important to take good care of yourself, especially during this special time. Have they given you any advice or tips?" “Yes mom, they gave me a couple of tips, but of course I would love to hear from you too” I tell her "Motherhood is a journey filled with joy, challenges, and endless love," she remarks, her eyes reflecting the depth of her own maternal experiences. I ask her about her favorite memories of raising Jim, curious to glimpse into the past. She smiles nostalgically, recounting tales of his childhood antics and the bond they shared. As our conversation continues, Mrs. Dan imparts valuable advice about parenthood, love, and navigating the complexities o

She watched Theo's serene expression, his dreams now filled with the enchanting tale she had woven for him. As the room was enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility, Mama Hazel's thoughts drifted to her own childhood, remembering the comforting sound of her mother's voice as she read bedtime stories. The nostalgia washed over her like a gentle wave, evoking a sense of gratitude and warmth for the tradition she now continued with her own son.