Mother Ntr Novels & Stories

I don't want to have any conversation with her right now. Rejecting the call, and throwng the phone on the car's dashboard, I drop my head agest the head rest and growl. - Woman problans or daddy issues? - Fuck you. My live is a problem. - Who was on the phone? - My "stepmother". - I say, making quotation marks with my hands. Sousa rolls his eyes. - You have a complicated family. Your father's face is in the punching bag, you ignores your stepmother phone call, and you are in love with your new mommy.

I wanted them to live their lives as they liked and I didn't want Kiara to bother them, as they wouldn't bother us. "She avenged your mother's death?" Her tone expressed the surprise she just got. I chuckled. "But how?" She questioned. "Well! My mother had a sister. Her name was Reet. Nandini is her daughter," I muttered. "And you know this?" She questioned. "Not before she completed her mission," I responded with a smile. And then, I was remembered the day when I had abducted Nandini just after two days when she had killed Akhil Bhaiya.

“You caught me, mother.” “Of course, I did!” There was silence and his mother was forced to turn around and face him. It was when he saw the questioning look on her face he decided to speak up.."I'm leaving for the mystic world tonight," he said finally. Before his mother could utter a word, a hoarse voice came into the background. “Don't tell me this is all you end up concluding on after the meeting yesterday, right?” Beta Craig threw his words aggressively as he stood in the doorway sending daggers from his eyes at his son.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

She keep everything before them and stood beside queen for her next order. They were talking and laughing suddenly they heard the sound of door bell. Nandini understood that manik has finally came so she went to open the door. She open the door and look at his tired face. She silently take his office bag and walked behind him while he was just rolling his sleeves up to his elbow. Once he entered the hall the saw his mother with so many girls. Ignoring them he continue to strode towards his room but before that his mother called him. Unwillingly he went towards them and smile fakely. Nandini was about to go to room but before that queen called him and nandini stood beside manik. Manik was con

Ronn raised an eyebrow at Veena " what did you say, like her mother, chal jhooti ( liar ) she is nothing like you " " That's what I am telling exactly she is like her real mother " " Real mother, what do you mean by this ?" " She is the daughter of my sister who got pregnant before marriage and lost her life while giving birth to her ." Triloknath complete the sentence with a sob at the end

Mrs Chandra hugged her daughter who congratulates her for becoming a grandmother. Meanwhile, inside Naitee's hospital room, the nurse said " He won't stop crying until he gets fed. ". The second nurse said " But he's not taking in this milk. This baby is so stubborn! " " Don't worry then. Feed him his mother's milk. Let me help you " the first nurse said holding the baby in her hands and adding " whether stubborn or not but one thing is sure, this baby is very beautiful and super cute. " " Indeed " the other one said unbuttoning first four buttons of Naitee's gown.

Instead, my hand pushed the apartment door open the rest of the way, my sneakers silent on the hardwood floor. There they were. On the couch where we’d shared takeout and lazy kisses just two nights ago, my own mother was riding Nathan reverse cowgirl, her back arched like a p**n star, thick auburn hair spilling down her spine. H er skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle like a cheap trophy. Nathan’s jeans were shoved down only to his thighs, belt still buckled. His hands gripped her hips so hard I could already see bruises forming as he slammed her down onto his cock again and again.

But my mother, well, she always looked at me like I was the apple of her eye, and she housed almost similar loving, kind, adoring expression for Nash too. “Mom,” Nash grinned as he moved forward and hugged his mother. His mother’s eyes softened as she looked at his son, but still, they were not that soft! Okay! Weird much! I thought. “This is Jayden, mom,” Nash spoke, grinning even more broadly now. “My mate.” His mother’s lips were pursed tightly, but I just folded my hands in customary Namaste. I have seen it in a few Bollywood movies I have seen back home. His mother nodded gently and then turned back to her car.

He came forward and properly introduced himself. "Hi Nana, am Luca". "Hi Luca, am Louisa but you can call me Nana. she hugged him and placed tiny kisses on his face making him giggle. Louisa Quinn, my mum and she's everything to me. She's the reason my siblings and I are where we are today. The person behind our success. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either. We were comfortable with what we heard. She was a pharmacist at one of the biggest hospital in New York. My elder sister Anastasia was the one who followed her path in career but she's a neurosurgeon. My brother owns chains of restaurants all over the world and I went into architecture and interior designing.