Mother Ntr Novels & Stories

After all, the dead had no use for love. … My mother kept playing the video. Then, she snapshotted a frame and enlarged it as much as she could. "He's back! Victor Kingsley is back! He wants vengeance! Tell the captain to assemble a team immediately! I will not let him escape!" I was sitting on the station's bench, silently watching my mother work, and a sliver of pride welled up in me. I expected nothing less from my mother. After they uncovered who the killer was, he was arrested in less than a day.

A nurse at the hospital happily took me from the obstetrician and announced to my mother, "It's a girl! Her skin is fair and glowing—she'll definitely grow up beautiful!" When Mom heard her words, her tired expression immediately changed. She suddenly grabbed the young nurse's hair before slapping her a few times. The entire hallway echoed with Mom's scolding. "You witch! Did you secretly swap out my son? I ate so much salty food! How could it not be a boy?"

Nathan's cold heart was slightly shaken. Chen Ma gave him the last Dinghai Divine Needle. "Nathan, don't you want to seek revenge for your mother? Now your stepmother and younger brother have been imprisoned by your father. If you have any grievances against them, feel free to seek revenge and complain." Nathan remembered how his stepmother had driven his mother to her death and then scattered her ashes. Now, finally, he had the chance to torment her. With a single thought, he agreed to Mrs. Chen's request.

"I don't expect you to welcome me Mr Brigde but banning me from the kitchen is too much," "This is not your home, Nanny," Ivailo replied with tension dripping from his voice. Her eyes flickered down to his hands on the counter that was almost creating a dent into it. Her eyebrows ticked then her gaze slowly travelled back up his shirt covered chest. He stood a little taller from the scrutiny and the obvious dislike in her face. His knees pressed into the bottom of the counter.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

I turned back to my father. "With all these clothes, why are they still topless?" I arched an eyebrow. "Well, they—um—they're special women—and—and—" Dad stuttered with a redden face then turned way. "I think we should move on, Nikita." After a while, we reached another gallery, where Dad pointed at a seven-foot tall stone statue and said. "That's the statue of Vishnu, sweetie." "Who's Vishnu?" I looked up at the smooth stone figure as we stood there. It was a male god with eight arms, holding different items in his hands, a conch, a discus, a lotus, a mace, but other items seemed to be missing.