Mother Young Novels & Stories

She smiled confidently: “Don’t worry. You have a friend like me.” Then she began to explain: “Her family is noble. Not the strongest… but very wealthy, and her father is strict. All he cares about is perfection and work.” “And her mother… I couldn’t find anything about her.” She paused for a moment, then added: “She has a younger brother from her.” I looked at her and asked: “How old is he?” She said simply: “Thirty years old. He’s the youngest.” I gasped. “What?! I’m only 19!”

He couldn't bear to take the risk. Even at my company, I hardly employed unmated she-wolves, so it came to me as a surprise that Rylee was able to work there. As I sat across from my parents, I watched my mother bless the meal after the three maids left us. Mom was 62 years old, but she still looked like an under-40-year-old woman. Her face had fewer wrinkles, and her mother, who was 80, was still alive, but she doesn't live with us and only visits.

**May’s POV** I had always reveled in the cheering freedom of youth, savoring each moment as if it were a delicate, fleeting butterfly. I watched my mother, the epitome of selflessness, devote her life to our family. People revered her as strong and virtuous, their eyes gleaming with admiration. But in the shadows of that praise, I labeled her choices as foolish, crafting a silent vow within me to never follow in her footsteps.

“You have no idea how many years Old Madam Young has been yearning to have another great-grandson. She’s actually been hankering for one. Old Madam Young was so delighted at your pregnancy that she said a prayer of thanks to God once she got home. Up until now, she’s still rejoicing in the happiness of it all. Even after having stayed by Old Madam Young’s side for years, I’ve never seen her this happy.” Of course, Suzy was aware of how happy Old Madam Young was. She kept quiet for a while before she spoke, “Since Old Madam Young is fond of kids, why didn’t Brother Young get married earlier and give her a great-grandson?”

I cover the phone as I suck in a breath. “Yeah,” I manage. “I’d love to see them too. Missing Nathan and Freya’s handfasting sucked—but thanks for livestreaming it for me.” “We missed you too, Ryder. But with the way things are…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. “How’s Mama? And you? You two keeping busy now that you’re not Luna and Lune anymore?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Mama’s volunteering at the preschool. That she-wolf wants some grandpups bad.” Dad laughs. “And I’m busy at the garage. Wyatt’s thinking of selling it.”

“You know what mama , I don’t think that you would tell me what to do anymore , I realize the fact that you are my mother and I respect you for that and for the record , I am not trying to play with your feelings or anything , but mom you can’t just see me and start shouting at me because I didn’t come home early you are so mad that I didn’t tell you about it , I am 20 mom and I want you to start treating me like one . “ I don’t care if you are 20, 30 or 40 girl , you are my child and you would always be my child and the way that I hold you and comb you would always be my fault and not anybody else , you cannot blame me that i am trying to be this way with you , I don’t care girl , it seems

Margaret forced a smile and said, "I’m Serena’s mother. Please hand me her things." The woman eyed her suspiciously. "You’re her mother? Why have I never seen you here…"

"Of course! You are only 30 years older!" Elder Mo Yuni hit his chest playfully. "We are still kids compared to those monsters in the "Mainland" and their sick ways." Ronnaldo's eyes flashed dangerously at her mentioning of them. Thoughts going to Ren's mother who came from there.

I became a simple village girl who cared more about her heart than her appearance, and it shows in the way my entire being glows. “It can’t be….” Yoonah breathes out in shock, unable to tear his broken and confused expression off his face. Mother, however, is the first to make a move. Pushing her sons’ hands from her frail body with a burst of renewed vigor and coming at me with speed. Her legs are finding strength, and she practically runs to me like a giddy child while her face is sodden with instant rolling tears.

A middle-aged woman shouted at a man wearing a white shirt, with a blue tie. "Sorry, madam. Regarding your inconvenience to the service system, we will improve again." The man answered kindly. William and team stopped their steps, and looked at the noisy shop. "Fire that woman! What a terrible job!!" rebuked the woman in a loud voice. "Mother...." A young woman with a graceful style approached the raging middle-aged woman. "Never mind, this maid seems to be new, she's still adjusting." "Angela, why are you defending this damn woman," snapped the middle-aged woman who she called Mother.