Mother Novels Novels & Stories

Ashley stood before the towering glass doors of an exclusive luxury boutique, her heart thudding in her chest. It was a strange sensation—one part excitement, one part apprehension. She had never done this before, never had the chance to bond with a mother over something as trivial yet meaningful as shopping. The mother she had known, the one who had raised her until she passed away, was a distant memory, blurred and bittersweet. And Camilla Connor, the woman who played the role of stepmother, had only ever used the idea of motherhood as a tool to manipulate and belittle her. But now, standing beside Uriel Deneuve, her real mother, Ashley was finally about to experience something she never h

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"Heidi, you're literally going to be in heaven with these toys." "Oh, sweetie, could you help me with these things? I want to know how they work. I looked it up online, but I still have some questions. I want to use them tonight," my mother said to Melissa while I stood there shocked, staring at her. My mother was a respectable lady. Since my father left her, she had never gotten involved with another man, and that was thirteen years ago. She was a fifty-six-year-old lady, still very beautiful, blonde with green eyes, slim figure, and very active, but surely she didn't think about these things anymore. She was my mother! She was a saint! Or wasn't she?

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

Mom is a twice-widowed middle-aged woman who is 5'4" tall. She is petite, but her figure is nicely rounded in all the best ways. Her breasts are a little big for her small frame, but that just makes them seem that much more alluring. Her hips are slightly spread, giving her a set of wide hips. This gives her a pleasing hourglass figure with a small waist but hardly thin. After having five sons, it's not surprising that she would have some lasting effects on her body, but Mom is far from fat, maybe what they used to call Rubenesque. Her blonde hair is cut short but styled with a cute perm, giving her a pixie-ish look. Her piercing blue eyes never miss a thing. After two husbands and five misc

And there was no way in hell that Rain was going to stand by and watch him die. "What do you want?" Rain asked, her eyes shifting to Mother White. A smirk appeared on the Military Mother's face. "What I've always wanted. You, Rain. I want you. You are my daughter, and I want you to come with me. We belong together." Rain slowly shook her head. "If that's true, then when the Mothers taught that children are better off growing in incubators than in their Mothers’ wombs, wouldn't that make them wrong? And if the Mothers were wrong about that, what makes you so certain that they are right about everything else?”

She refused to eat her meals and cursed her anytime she saw her. "Barren woman," Mama shouted and hissed anytime Sarah passed her. "You want to turn my son against me. It will not be well with you." "Give my son a child, make me a grandmother," Mama shouted, clapping her hands as she spoke. "You have killed your parents and now you want to kill me." Sarah cried privately, never allowing her husband or mama to see her tears. When she brought mama's food to her she pushed the platter away causing the food to spill on the floor.

“I used to go to Ladies Club at the church with your mama. She always raised the prettiest daffodils. But I can believe standing here that the best thing she raised was you. I want my son to be happy, Sarah Jo. He’s the most loyal, hardest working boy I ever knew, and he’ll be a good husband to you. Don’t look so surprised. You can’t think he doesn’t mean to marry you after all this. That boy hasn’t had on a jacket and tie in I can’t tell you when. And I’ll tell you one more thing if you won’t repeat it to my husband. I want some grandbabies to rock. And I don’t give a damn what side of the blanket they’re born on. If you were pregnant, I’d start knitting booties and brag to all my friends t

Noah I pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.