Motherly Instinct Novels & Stories

Her mother stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the parking lot below. "Daggy, listen to me carefully. If Dynan knows Britty is his daughter then he's not going to just let you leave again. Alphas don't work that way, especially not with their own blood." "I know." Daggy's voice came out tired. "That's why I'm so scared, Mama. Because I finally built a life away from all of this and now it's going to come crashing down around me." "Maybe it's time to stop running," Mitchell said gently, turning back to face her. "Maybe it's time to face this head on and figure out what's best for Britty."

"Hi Luca, am Louisa but you can call me Nana. she hugged him and placed tiny kisses on his face making him giggle. Louisa Quinn, my mum and she's everything to me. She's the reason my siblings and I are where we are today. The person behind our success. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either. We were comfortable with what we heard. She was a pharmacist at one of the biggest hospital in New York. My elder sister Anastasia was the one who followed her path in career but she's a neurosurgeon. My brother owns chains of restaurants all over the world and I went into architecture and interior designing. The house has been decorated and the cake will be delivered in an hour. We were done with b

With a surge of maternal strength, she dragged both of her sons backward into the deep structural alcove of the reinforced master bathroom doorway—the only zone in the penthouse engineered to withstand a full building collapse. "Hold onto me!" Elena commanded, her voice dropping into a quiet, fierce rumble that cut through the deafening shriek of twisting iron. She slammed her statuesque frame against the solid marble doorframe, using her own body as a physical roof to shield her twins from the chunks of concrete and decorative stone raining down into the nursery. Her silver-grey eyes completely bled into a wild, luminous golden-grey glare as her inner wolf aggressively pushed against her co

"What did you just say?!" "You heard me. He's my Baby and if he wants to eat with his mama then he will. And no one can stop me from feeding my own Baby." Her voice was loud and clear, Possessive and demanding. Her mother's instincts were triggered from her Baby's gestures. Avoiding the anger on both females faces that were red with rage and embarrassment that a girl talks back at them she leaves from there because even if she doesn't get affected with their command she's still feeling trouble from their rage scent .

Sarah It’s haunting, what I know without really knowing it. I’m not entirely sure where the information comes from. But it’s a guttural thing. It’s the strongest natural urge in my body. Before having Fergus, I had heard about motherly instincts. I thought I understood it. But it wasn’t until having a baby that I could actually fathom what that meant. Now, I feel that indescribable feeling pushing me forward. I run faster than I’ve ever run before and Lucas keeps pace beside me.

She blinked as if I just called her back from a far away journey her mind took. “I think break is over,” she stood up with a smile on her face. Looking at her one would think her happy, but I have seen her real smile and this isn’t it. Something is making her sad, something I believe even her mother doesn’t know, and funny enough I want to know so I can take care of it. Seeing this beautiful girl in front of me sad makes my heart ache. Is this paternal instinct? I have heard about maternal instinct, the instinct every mother has to protect and love their child, does fathers get them?

“Please, he may do something worse or even order you to flush my pup out. Help me keep it a secret until I leave this place.” Her eyes grow to the size of saucers. “You want to leave?” She asks, looking horrified. “Please help me… you’re a mother too. Help me save my pup by keeping this between us.” I haven't even heard the heartbeat yet but I'm already filled with so much love for my pup and my protective instincts have kicked in. I can do anything to protect my pup. Is this how motherhood works? The healer's expression softens and she looks like she’s decided to help me out much to my relief.

Everything became times worse though when her father was no longer there to act as a shield. Mrs. Moyo tries for another slap which Anna dodges by side-stepping to the right. When she tells people about how bad things are at home, they go into their usual ‘defend mothers’ mode. They theorize that there has to be something wrong with the way that Anna behaves otherwise Anna’s mother would treat her differently. Traditionally, mothers are saints and love their children and would do anything for them. If a mother acts out it has to be because there is something wrong with the child. It’s maternal instinct. No one ever considers that parents choose to have children, while children are brought in

I remind him, striving to understand. Sinclair nods, “Hunger, pain, tiredness, those are all reflexive instincts, not emotions.” I sigh, taking this in and pressing my nose to his chest and breathing in his scent. “You see?” I can hear a smile in his voice. “You’re soothed my scent, so he’s happy.” “But I thought I liked smelling you because it’s what he needs?” I murmur. “That’s the way with mothers and pups – that’s why I say you have a connection every bit as magical as my own. Your wants and needs become one in the same.” Sinclair shares.

"No, Caesar. I'm not going to marry her." "Good. I don't think Mama liked her very much." Another pause. "Your mama is very smart. She has good instincts about people." "What's instincts?" "It's when you know something without anyone telling you. Like how you know when someone is nice or when someone might not be safe." "Oh. Mama has lots of instincts then. She always knows when I'm getting sick before I even feel bad." "That's because she pays attention to you. She watches out for you because you're the most important thing in the world to her."