Mother Novels Novels & Stories

It was as if she only asked that question in passing. They came back home, and my mother went into my room for the first time in her life. Books were strewn about haphazardly on my desk. She picked up a random one and flicked through a few pages. After a beat, she clenched her knuckles. I highlighted a lot of points in the chapters outlining the effects of biological families on a person and thoughts of self-harm. The pages were hanging to the spine loosely and would get torn out if someone so much as tugged them the wrong way.

I had been making plans to put the blonde bastard to sleep permanently, but it was beginning to seem more and more that I would have to take out the meddling bitch first. Raya Banks wouldn’t be the first woman to have made Alpha Nikolai’s eyes wander. “It is the way of men Livie, always chasing after the hot young thing in town and forgetting their sad old wives and mistresses.” My mother’s half-powdered face called back at me from the mirror as I remembered her dabbing the white cast into her age-worn skin that had gotten slacker and slacker over the years. “But it isn't fair Ma! We shouldn't let them,” I’d whined foolishly, young as I was then, a farthing fool.

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

The last three blows did some real damage, the last punch snapping her head around before she fell like a sack of potatoes. Mom was totally exhausted. She also was totally nude. Whereas Vivian had been exposed as a bald spinster with the alluring figure of a librarian, my mom had a spectacular figure, 36-24-36. Unlike that old bag, mom had a full head of flowing, healthy dyed blonde hair, a bra actually filled to the bursting point (and it was all real, all mom in there) and the legs of a Hollywood starlet. Now mom played a woman of that planet who had reached me by besting her rival. I had to reciprocate and breed her.

Mom slowly sank to the floor, tears flowing silently. Disturbed by the noise, Andrew opened his bedroom door, a trace of annoyance in his voice. "Mom, can you keep it down? I'm in the middle of a game." As if finding an anchor, Mom scrambled up and grabbed Andrew's hand, weeping. "Andy, your father has had another woman on the side all these years. You have to stand up for me!" Andrew shrank back, pulling his hand away. "I think Dad has a point. As long as you pretend not to know anything, we can still live peacefully as a family."

I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!" When the neighbors heard it, some were whispering, some were shocked, but most of them were furious. Many of those present were parents whose children had been cruelly murdered by Hans. A young woman stepped up and said, "Don't worry. We've been neighbors for so many years and all watched Cara growing up. We won't stand by and do nothing when she's in trouble." "Me too!" "Count me in!" "And me!" Despite how noisy it had become around me, everyone picked up a weapon. All of them genuinely wanted to help.

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

BELLA’S POV Monday arrived like Monday always arrived. Except it didn’t, quite. There was a new quality to it — not the dramatic new quality of the previous Monday, not the Reeves-and-the-file and it’s-on-the-news Monday. The quieter new quality of a house that had been through something large and was now moving through the days on the other side of it. My mother applied for the job on Monday morning.

My death caused a huge stir in the neighborhood. I had always been known as a diligent and hardworking student, so people found it impossible to believe that I had been abused at home for being lazy. Some classmates who had been close to me posted the story online. In their posts, they listed all the favoritism my mom had shown over the years, along with that ridiculous software she had created. The story quickly spread across the internet. Netizens flooded the comment sections. [Does a woman like this even deserve to be called a mother? She must be punished!]

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”