Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

"Mommy won't object if you think it's the best decision. But Mommy asks for one thing from you." "What is it, Mom?" Aura asked curiously. "Follow what your heart says, never deny your own heart. Do you understand Mommy's meaning?" Mommy Erika asked gently, causing Aura's throat to tighten. Is this what is called a mother's instinct? Being able to understand what her daughter feels even though they are separated by thousands of miles? Yes, Mommy Erika may not be physically connected to Aura, but Mommy Erika is connected spiritually. A mother's intuition cannot be underestimated, no matter how hard Aura tries to conceal it. At that moment, Aura realized that Mommy Erika understood what she was

“Can they choose not to open the seals when the time comes?” Nyx looks at me with something like pity. “We don’t know, Mama. The instinct is so strong. When we’re together, when all eight of us stand in the same place, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to reach out and turn the keys.” It struggles to explain. “It’s like breathing. You can hold your breath for a while, but eventually your body makes you breathe anyway. That’s what this feels like. We might be able to resist for minutes, maybe hours, but eventually the instinct will overpower us.”

my mother suddenly whispered. “How do you know that?” “My instinct tells me that. A woman's instinct is a powerful tool,” she concluded proudly. “Feel free to talk to me about anything, Catherine. You'll always have my attention and I will always give you my honest opinion.” Hearing her say those words encouraged me and I spent the next hour telling her everything that happened between Jordan and me today.

I rubbed my stomach instinctively wondering how foolishness had taken me, how I had let him get so much under my skin and driven me to insanity. The uncertainty that I had been feeling all night was the same , I felt the same way, the same hunger to get rid of everything that had to do with Michel. It had started that night yet I was realizing, it was a lot for me dragging someone else Into our fights. Something shifted in me and with it the fact or rather a common sense if motherhood, it was one every mother would have that ache and want that common sense and egi to defend the life try were carrying deep in them.

The two ladies started laughing at this. “So what? If we are not related by blood, so what? There is something is called maternal instinct! You know, If I would have been of your age, I would have let her call me mother! Even so, What I am for her is not the matter! What you are going to be in a moment, that matters!” She took a deep breath and sensed someone was about to open their mouth to poop, so she said, “ Oh…. Where the hell do you both get the maternal feelings? One has had no child all her life and the other’s ran away a long ago, God knows where!”

That was what mattered. Scarlett stirred, her tiny fingers flexing, brushing Jo’s skin. Jo adjusted her grip automatically, drawing the baby closer, protective without even meaning to be. She felt it then, that quiet, undeniable pull, the same instinct that had woken her in the night when Riley was still in her belly, the same force that had driven her to survive when survival felt impossible. Every child deserved a mother.

The only makeup I added was a little mascara and a clear gloss. These meetings were always tougher for women, and we had to work extra hard just for our opinions to be heard. Many of the alphas attending were older and stuck in their ancient ways, believing women shouldn’t hold the alpha title. They didn't think we were capable of making hard decisions and that we were too soft and caring because of our motherly instincts. That mindset was funny to me since a mother could be your worst enemy if you mess with her babies. Yeah, she might be caring, but if you messed with her loved ones you were as good as dead. In my opinion, a leader with a

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“You wouldn’t die for her.” “Of course I would,” Adam argued. “I love Rain. I’d do anything for her.” She said nothing, only prodded him along. “Haven’t you ever loved anyone before, Mother?” “No.” Her answer came quickly enough that time, “Not a person. Only the country. Only the Motherhood.” Before he could even consider what her reaction might be, Adam found himself saying, “That’s really sad.” “No, it’s not,” she said in her own defense. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be a part of something like the Motherhood, to know that I’m fulfilling the destiny of all womankind.”

A love so huge it sat in the middle of my chest and made every horrible thought in the world suddenly possible. She could stop breathing and I’d notice too late. Maybe I’d sleep through her crying. There was also the chance I’d hold her wrong and hurt something tiny without even meaning to. And buried under all of that was the ugliest fear of all, that motherhood came with some instinct every other woman seemed to have, and mine had somehow missed me because I grew up without one. Kaden helped by being just as gone over her as I was, only with more control and better shoulders.

She was inches from exploding. "We can't find them anymore." "What do you mean you can't find them? You just took them in to be dressed and ready for their second entrance. What on earth do you mean?" Her voice lowered into what was a dead calm. I quickly intervened when I sensed the presence of her wolf rising to the surface seething with rage. Like nature demanded, all species who passed through motherhood were fiercely protective of their offsprings. It didn't even matter what they were, as long as the mother perceived them as theirs.