Mother Young Novels & Stories

"You were pretty tough just now. Boys–feed him something special." I had no idea what she meant. A few minutes later, the men came out of the bathroom. Marco was holding a toilet brush. The bristles were stained brown. "Such a stubborn mouth. Let's clean it for you." He grinned and pinned my head down. I saw the phones being raised. I tried to fight. "Diana… are you even human?" She glanced at her nails and said just one sentence. "Your mother's surgery is tomorrow." The strength left my body.

“Mom” —-------

"It's windy outside, and you're dragging Luca around? Do you even know how to be a mother?" Joe and Hailey had moved out, so seeing him here screamed 'another fight.' Typical. I tossed my coat onto the couch, not even bothering to hide my irritation. "That's still better than you as a father. Since Luca was born, you haven't held him once. "All you do is sit around with your feet up, throwing out cheap insults. "You barely make a dime, but you've got plenty of time for this nonsense." Joe's face went beet red, stunned by the clapback. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

Mom nods her head, confirming Mary's understanding. "I haven't done that since college." Mary says, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Women are the best pussy eaters, Mary. Trust me." Mom smiles. "I'm not a lesbian." Mary says. "Neither am I." Mom says, brushing her hand over Mary's bare skin. "But I know what a woman likes and I enjoy pleasuring one, occasionally." Mom says, stroking her fingers up and down between Mary's legs. Mary stares into mom's eyes, apparently weighing what she's just heard.

, She said while still hugging me. I pulled away from the hug and when I look at my mom, I'm amazed by how young she still looks. Her face is smooth and calm, with no wrinkles or fine lines. Her skin is glowing, like she's radiating a warm light from inside. Her eyes are bright and shiny, like two sparkling diamonds. They're still the same deep brown they've always been, with a hint of kindness and love.

Across the visitation glass, Dad's expression remained calm, his gaze lowered: "She didn't want to live anymore. What does that have to do with me?" His cold words came through the speaker, the electric current making them sound somewhat distorted. Looking at Dad's indifferent face, my heart ached as I choked back tears and said: "Mom would cry out in pain even when she got a scratch from a wire fence. She'd frantically search for a healer, terrified that the rust might infect her and endanger her life." "On her birthday, her wish was always for our family to be safe and free from disaster and pain, and for me to find a mate soon."

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

Marvel-themed birthday party. The last item was the paper. "My name is Malaya Jones, and I am eight years old. My mom is what I think of when I think of Family, and she's a superhero." Jordan laughed as he continued. "I don't know my dad, but he might be one, too. My mom taught me that love is always growing. Like her love for me. And that we need to share that love with the world. So we can all be Family."

"You're here." "I'm here, love. I'm right here." Mitchell pressed his hand to her cheek, her whole body shaking with suppressed sobs. He turned his head slightly and his eyes found Daggy. "Baby girl, come closer." Daggy moved to the other side of the bed, still holding Britty's hand. "I'm here, Daddy." "Take care of your mother," he said, each word an effort. "And that beautiful granddaughter of mine. Don't let anyone hurt them."