Mother X Daughter Novels & Stories

Mom asked, taking a step towards Mother. " She is no daughter to us. She never was, and she will never be." Father replied to Mom, his eyes never wavering from her. Dad walked in that moment very cheerfully with a spring in his step. " Hello ladies and gentlemen! Anything going on?" He asked with a very broad smile on his face.

Arina's cheeks flushed at the suggestion, a mix of embarrassment and amusement washing over her. Arina rolled her eyes with a grin, her affection for her mother evident in her response. “Oh please, Mom, you know me better than that,” she retorted, her tone lighthearted yet filled with warmth. Despite the distance between them, the bond of love and understanding between mother and daughter remained unbreakable.

Tears started to pool in her eyes, and I could hear her whimpering behind her hands. “Oh, my girls. Look how beautiful you are” she sobbed and fanned her face. “Thanks Roe” I smiled at her, “Thanks Ma” Nat cooed. “Come here you two” she held her arms out for us and we stepped into them simultaneously, wrapping her up in our arms. Roe wound one of her arms around my shoulder tightly and squeezed. “My daughters” she gushed with another sob. “Mum, cut it out or you’ll ruin your makeup” Nat jeered as she pulled away.

“Matilda, it’s my fault. I couldn’t give you the life you wanted. “If there is a next life, I hope you’ll be born with a better fate, into a richer family. “Don’t be afraid, my daughter. Your dad is waiting for you in heaven.” The livestream was filled with sighs. [A mother’s love is too great. After being tormented by her daughter for eighteen years, she can still love her like this.] [What a pity. Even the healthiest tree can produce a rotten apple.] [Don’t be sad, Mom. I’ll be your daughter.]

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

It was a moment of contemplation, a bridge connecting the generations, and a testament to the resilience of familial bonds. "My dear Jack," his mother finally spoke, breaking the silence, "life has a way of presenting challenges that force us to reassess our understanding. Love is a powerful force, and its manifestation may not always align with our expectations. What matters is how we navigate these." She reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jack's. The warmth of her touch carried a reassurance that transcended the spoken word. In that shared moment, the weight Jack had carried began to lift, replaced by the certainty that, no matter the complexities, the bond between mother and son wa

Steph looks up at her mum, tears spilling over her eye lids. “Oh, Goddess yes, he was the kindest soul. You were perfect for each other darling. Your father and I couldn’t have wished for a better mate for you.” She takes Steph’s hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze before pressing her lips to her palm. Such a simple show of motherly affection. My heart squeezed painfully watching them. It what a real relationship between mother and daughter should be. Not the pathetic excuse of a relationship I had with my own mother.

“MOMMY…” Jade whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes fell on her mother, standing in front of their door with an anxious yet hopeful expression. The moment she stepped out of the car, her mother rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace. “Oh, God! My baby! My Jadeey! You’re finally home,” her mother cried, tears spilling freely as she clung to her daughter. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” Jade felt her chest tighten as she returned the embrace, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder.

"You must be our mother, right?" “Yes!” Yang Xiao nodded, then said to her mother, Xu Huixian, “Mom, this is Mu xue, your daughter-in-law!” “That’s Muxue? Good! Very good!” Xu Huixian said. "Mom, I'm Muxue!" Tang Muxue said politely.