Novel & Cerita Motherly Instinct

“But Ethlyn doesn’t know a single thing. Hell, she is so young to become a mother. She can barely handle herself. I guess she can’t even handle herself. Do you know she doesn’t even know how to cook?” “These all are excuses, Calvin. No one has experienced becoming a mother from birth. They learn it when they become a mother. And you have no right to say that. You, too, weren’t born as a perfect father either. And age is not important in all this, and you know that, right? Mom was twenty-one when she had me. And cooking? Are you serious? That’s the most stupid reason I have ever heard.” Caroline chuckled. “What matters to become a mother is to have selfless feeling and enormous love toward th

They all expect the outsider to break. "I struck him because his hands brutally hatted my four-winter-old son and hurled his small frame against a stone barrier," I say, my voice trembling with the raw, volatile protective instinct of a mother wolf. "My heir is currently bleeding in our shelter with a fractured hairline because your allied merchant wanted to display his adult strength against a pup. I will tolerate your territorial laws, Master Kael, and I will endure your prideful lectures—but I will tear the throat out of any male who breaks my children. I will never apologize to this coward."

"I didn't instigate or teach her that, Patricia. Without teaching, a child can judge for herself who deserves to be called Mommy." "What did you say?" Patricia felt offended by Audrey's remark! What?! Patricia didn't deserve to be called Mommy? Patricia wanted to argue right now, but since she saw Kenzie and they were in the hospital, she tried to control her emotions. She smiled and turned to Kenzie. She was still trying to win Kenzie's heart. She would not let him get close to Audrey. "Come here, sweetheart. Aunt Audrey is going home, so Kenzie stays here with Mommy."

She realized that staying any longer would get her nothing, so she spat out one last threat, “Jonathan, you’ll regret this.” After that, she took the fruit basket from the floor in defeat and left the ward. David was still angry as he watched her retreat. “Trash! She actually thought she was some sort of prize, and she still has the guts to pester you. “Jonathan, don’t get all soft on her. It’s best to cut off a mommy’s girl like her as soon as possible.” Then, he turned his anger toward me. “And you, did you carry all of this alone? That’s insane!

Sure enough, Grace acted as if she didn't think of these things and continued to ask Moira, "Do you know where Mr. Yale is now? I want to see him, and..." At this point, Grace's voice suddenly softened. Slowly, she said, "If possible, I hope... to see my child." Moira knew that this would be the case. Through her observation of Grace over the past few days, she knew that Grace was patient. When it came to Douglas and Dulcie who were not her own, she still treated them with care. If it was her own child, she would naturally be even more eager. This was maternal instinct. "Back then, because you really needed money, you promised to give birth to a baby for an old man."

Instinct has me jumping from my chair, breaking her fall and taking her limp and tiny frame in my arms. Once I have Eve safely in my arms, cradled against my chest, I’m able to process what he has said, “What do you mean her mother isn’t dead? And what do you mean her fate is worse than that?” I ask him, wondering if we can save her mother. Can I give my mate her mother back? A mother’s love can heal even the deepest of wounds. I should know, I’ve longed for it since I was eight years old, nothing has soothed my pain, like a hug from my mother had.

One minute she was trying to reason with the man and the next she was kicking his ass. “Momma instincts.” Derek confessed. She looked over at him like he had grown three heads. “You think of Alaska as your baby, and like a mother when she was hurt you became protective. It’s how all women are, they protect their young. Men protect their family. That’s why they say never bother a child or bear the brunt of an angry mother. Annoy the wife and receive a blow from the husband.”

Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator. Something isn't right Arlene Said to herself. She realised screaming and shouting at Barb wouldn’t change a thing. She behaved like a programmed robot who had malfunctioned. There were no signs of her being human anymore, like who would hit her husband and speed off without a care? She decided to take the wheel by trying to push her mum’s hands away from the steering, their father and husband was dying, he needed help and there she was running away from something she did. Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium.

“I am so proud of you, kitten.” His praises mean the world to me, but I know I would never have been able to do this alone. Every little piece of negativity, every doubt all floated out of my body, and in its place stood a fierce need to protect my children. Is this what they call a motherly instinct? Because it feels fucking amazing.

She discovered that strength was not the absence of fear, but the ability to continue moving forward in spite of it. By the final trimester, Selene felt both anticipation and readiness. She had grown emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, realizing that motherhood was not just about sacrifice—it was about embracing responsibility, nurturing life, and demonstrating courage in ways she had never imagined. Each day, she prepared herself not only to be a mother but to be a role model, protector, and source of love for the child she would soon bring into the world.