Mothers Joy Novels & Stories

I didn't even bother to interfere as I kept smiling, watching their drama. They're the only joy in my life. Five years had passed since my world had been turned upside down. Now, I nestled in the quiet town of Ohio and found myself navigating the challenges of single motherhood, which brings me nothing but joy every time I look at my kids because they’re the ones who kept me going. They got everything they needed including a caring father. “ Mom, is Maverick not coming home today?” Jersey asked. “ Yeah, he got a lot of lives to save and will be a little busy for a while but he will be home soon.” Hearing that, they beamed with joy.

Ana said, her tone tinged with a hint of reproach. Her mother turned to her, her eyes filled with warmth and regret. "I know, Ana, and I'm sorry. But seeing you now, looking so beautiful and radiant, I couldn't help but be filled with pride and joy. You're glowing like a new bride, my dear. I want to give you all my blessings and wishes, and I pray that God, if there is one, will shower you with happiness for the rest of your life." Ana felt a lump form in her throat as her mother enveloped her in a warm embrace. It had been so long since they had shared such a moment, since Ana had felt the comforting embrace of her mother's arms and the familiar scent that she had missed so much.

Joy asked. "She isn't strong enough. I need her back in the orphanage. The world is too harsh for a soft soul like her. I am like her mother, and I want to keep her safe. People out there are gonna exploit her and use her. Please, you're my last resort. Help me." The matron said and Joy exhaled deeply. "If she doesn't get to see the world now, then, when would she do it?" Joy asked. She picked up her phone and sent a text to Delight;

Vespa What is joy? Joy is when something you've wished for, after giving up hope, finally arrives. I've never felt such elation in my life. It felt like a dream, a surreal moment that would soon fade away. I held the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, staring at the tiny screen as the plus sign emerged. I blinked repeatedly, rubbed my eyes, and looked again, wondering if it was real. I kept gazing at the two pink lines until my vision became blurry and tears of joy streamed down my face.

The crying had stopped, and Cássia looked at her with gratitude. "What's wrong, Mom? Are you crying?" Sula had left the water and ran over to her mother when she saw her expression from afar, abandoning her friend and little brother to find out what was happening. "I am, my dear. But with joy." "What?" "Joy, my love, freedom. Mom is happy because she's free." The little girl still didn't understand, and her mother hugged and kissed the top of her head.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

I had no idea that accomplishments, no matter how great or tiny, could provide so much joy. I had no idea till now. My father's smile while looking at me, my mother's unexpected tears with a smile on her face, and Cassia's loudest voice that filled our house.

she said. “They want it,” I said. The sound she made was not a word. It was the particular sound Amara made when something had happened that she had wanted very much and that had arrived exactly as hoped the sound of genuine, unmanaged joy. I had not heard it often. It was one of the best sounds I knew. “Mama,” she said, to someone clearly in the room with her. “They want it.” I heard my mother’s voice in the background. Not the words just the tone. The particular quality of my mother’s voice when she had received news that was exactly right.

I worked my way down there until she completely relaxed. At that moment, she was exactly like a moth to flame. She kept making sounds that got me worked up. “Quick, I can’t take it anymore.” I was ready, so I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulder. I arched my waist and prepared to aim deep.