Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

"But if he comes back, if he even thinks about threatening our children, I'll kill him myself." The words should shock her, but they don't. She feels the same way. These babies have awakened something fierce and primal in both of them, a protective instinct that would destroy anything that threatened their family. Which is exactly what Daniel is counting on.

I wouldn’t allow another mother to be apart from her child. We won’t allow it- a soft voice growled softly into my head. Maddy, I realized. My wolf. My wolf was back, and she was just as furious as I was. The fire that burned inside me was now doubled, fueled by her fierce maternal instincts and protective nature. This is wrong, - she continued, her voice like a low rumble in the back of my mind. - This pup belongs with their mother. We will make it right.

However, I couldn’t find the strength to even roll to my side. Then, something incredible happened. I thought about the baby that had been inside of me—the baby I’d been carrying for three months and didn’t know. Just thinking about this baby made me want to stand up and run to find him or her. My baby needed me. It was a maternal instinct that I couldn’t put my finger on. It was simply there.

she asked, eyes wide with anticipation. I hesitated, caught off guard by the simplicity of the request and the depth of the feeling swelling inside me. I opened my mouth to speak, but words failed. For the first time, I acknowledged it—the motherly instincts that had been quietly growing beneath the surface, the protective, instinctive love I felt for her. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t obligation. It was natural, undeniable. Ace cleared his throat lightly. “She’s been asking about you all day,” he said. His usual composed tone carried something warmer, softer, as if he recognized the shift in me. “I think she’s been counting the minutes.”

All for a common maid. A primal, vicious instinct reared its head within him, his arm automatically twitching as his body prepared to strike back, to enforce the absolute submission expected of any wolf who dared defy an Alpha. But he froze. The image of Lane’s dying mother flashed behind his eyes—the memory of the fragile woman holding his hand, making him swear a sacred oath to protect her only remaining child. No, he couldn't hit her.

Why were they all taking that country girl's side instead? "Yeah... I know," the patriarch added. He looked back at the beautiful straight-haired girl. "Do you know why?" Naomi swallowed hard. She was helpless. "Bia has a mother's instinct, whereas you do not." The senior Bimantara's sentence hit a certain young man right where he was kneeling. A mother's instinct? The nanny had mentioned it before too. The person who cared for Bian needed to have a mother's instinct.

“Are we sisters? Because it sounds like we have the exact same mom.” “I'm telling you, Jane,” she replied. “They all do it. You know how women get baby crazy? Well, I'm pretty sure that older moms get something called 'grand-baby crazy'. When their daughters hit a certain age, all they can think about is how great it will be to have some little kid call them 'grandma'. It's like some weird instinctual thing. I can't explain it, because I don't have children of my own yet. I'm sure it happens to everyone, though.”

'I suppose the maternal instinct is the basic female instinct ', David said in an approving tone and she gave him a half irritated look. 'Don't talk to me about instincts! It is a most basic instinct that got me into this mess in the first place!' David laughed. Well I think that you will make a very good mother - you can be so calm and down - to - earth, yet at the same time you are sympathetic and understanding. Lucky baby!'

Terrible woman. What about mating season? said Lucy's mother. I froze. How quickly the mood changes. Only they thought about how not to get under the bullets of a gun, and now they are worried about being able to attach their children. Lucy and Molly looked at Reed pleadingly, as did their mothers. God, how primitive we are. And now the instinct of reproduction has exceeded the instinct of survival. They say they always go side by side. Every living thing in the world, as soon as it feels a threat to life, immediately seeks to prolong its kind: to take root, to sow seeds, to bloom even brighter.

" I know... But who else could believe that much except our parents especially our mothers? " " You are right when you said, Mother's. I once heard of a story where a mother believed her son was safe in a far country despite the wastage of life and properties occurring there due to another country's invasion....and she was right, her son somehow was among the minority that was left after the war ended. " " There's something like a Mother's instinct and I believe so much in it... So yeah, I feel our mother's would feel we are alive if they pay close attention to their intuition. "