Mother Son Story Novels & Stories

“It’s very comforting to know that I have a piece of him still with me.” Rain swiped at the tears on her cheeks and reached for Mist’s hand, which she could reach if she stretched. “You’re going to be the first woman from Michaelanburg to give birth to her own baby in hundreds of years, Mist. I think it’s a little ironic that the most significant way we’ve defeated the Mothers is by you becoming a mother yourself.”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

While a part of me still feels a pang of sadness and disappointment, I am grateful for the love and support that surrounds us. Together, Sarah , Ruth, and I create a family—a chosen family built on love, trust, and unwavering friendship. We celebrate each milestone, overcome challenges, and continue to grow together. And as my son grows older, he will know that he is cherished and loved by an extraordinary circle of people who have stood by us through thick and thin. In this journey of motherhood, I have discovered my strength, resilience, and capacity for As the news of Mason and Madison's birth reached my family, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

I'm so excited, finally I'm going to meet my son Moon after separating from him for many years, I know my baby is so excited to see me and I cannot wait to see him too, I also miss my mum I miss her so much, I'm coming for you baby, my Moon, my everything.

"Freaking hell, Mom.” “Language, Joey,” Mom snapped immediately, though she couldn’t quite hide her own excitement. Outside a man in a white top and black jeans stood waiting at the steps beside the gravel path toward the porch, Mr Blackwood Hart, Mom's soon to be husband, with Rally, his seven years old blonde daughter. My palms became grimy on my jeans shorts as I swallowed hard, still not used to the....irksome idea of a whole new family. Just a few days ago, back at our dinner table in beacon hills, Mom had dropped the bombshell that she was getting married and that we're moving.

"Ms. Stark! Ms. Stark! Mommy's bleeding so much! Please, tell the doctors to save her!" To keep me company, my son had suffered hunger and cold these past few days. My poor son, who'd been living in luxury his entire life. After everything, his hands were already swollen beyond recognition. Now, as he pounded on the door, his skin split open, smearing fresh blood on the wood. I cried out, begging him not to do this. He shouldn't beg that witch for me! I was already dead… Unfortunately, souls couldn't speak. Suddenly, the door of the ward opened. Jasmine was sitting there, elegantly sipping on a bowl of nourishing soup.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

That day, I stood outside the courthouse holding my daughter. The sun was warm and bright. Morgan stood beside me. "What's your plan now?" I looked down at the baby in my arms. She was fast asleep. "I'm going to take her and start over."

The sounds of the crowd surged back---laughter, congratulations, praise. They surrounded me, yet none of it was meant for me. An exhibition themed "My Mother," starring my husband, the son I'd carried for ten months, and my son's "Mommy." I was just the human who'd delivered Luke, the nanny who handled discipline and restriction. The love and joy of motherhood had long been handed to someone else by Lucien.

My body was covered with frostbite. In a quiet voice, I said, "Mom…I really tried my best. Can you believe me just once? I want to be a good son, too. I'm not lazy. I truly gave everything I had. I'm so tired. I just want to be someone who can live without worry. My heart hurts…" The tear tracks on my mom's face had already dried. She stared blankly at the looping video on Jason's phone. So, it had all been a lie.