Mothers Joy Novels & Stories

But her mother stood up. “No, it’s alright,” she said gently. “It’s good to meet your friends.” Joy smiled. “Joy,” she introduced. “Mrs…” her mother began. “Just call me Mama,” she said warmly. Joy nodded. “Mama,” she repeated softly. There was a pause. A quiet one. But not empty. Joy’s eyes flickered briefly to Christiana. Then back to her mother. “She’s always been strong,” Joy said casually. Christiana stiffened. Her mother smiled faintly.

"It's just so unnerving how close to a plain tragedy everything almost turned into, Valen. It really feels like it has just been one terrible thing right after the other lately. When exactly will we finally have some long-lasting peace?" I let out a low hum, shifting my weight slightly. "Hmm. Well, there is something my mother always used to say back thenl. She always said that joy comes in the morning." I paused, looking down at Raven's soft features. "I don't really know where she got that phrase from or what the origin means, but I guess it simply means that after a period of adversity, there will always be joy waiting on the other side." Darian gave a small, one-sided lip smile, his tens

The twins also said to me happily, "Thank you, Mommy. If you were like this every day, it'd be great. We like you better this way." I looked down and smiled bitterly. It was time to let go. Some people would never appreciate me no matter what I did. My sincerity should be reserved for those who needed or wanted it more. Subconsciously, I touched my belly. Inside, a small life was quietly growing. This little being was connected to me by blood, and I looked forward to its arrival. The twins left happily with their birth parents, while I returned to the bedroom and continued packing my few belongings. There weren't many photos of me and Luther, but the pups' photos filled the entire room.

"You look nice." "She does, doesn't she?" her mother added enthusiastically, but Joy didn't look pleased. She simply turned around, letting her mum zip her dress. Once done, she grasped the jute bag from the corner table and stepped outside. "Have fun you two and tell me whether you liked the food or not!" Joy's face was solemn as she remained quiet. When Logan realized that Joy had no intentions to be her usual cheerful self and bid farewell to her mum, he said, "Of course, thank you Mrs Jones."

All I wanted was to go home, but I’m not even sure that’s possible anymore. “Look” Joy, one of the meaner inmates says. “Our bitch princess is back” Whoever her mother is, was wrong about naming her joy. There was nothing joyous about Joy. She didn’t bring joy or happiness to those around her. Instead, she brought nothing but misery.

Joy stared at the gift for a while before looking up at Miss Abigail's happy face. "I'm sorry, ma, I don't have a mother!" Joy said and Abigail's face changed instantly. "You little ungrateful soul, what do you think of your self, your mother squeezed her pocket dry to get you a gift and by cut the system to get the gift to you and all you have to say is you don't have a mother. Think twice before I get a nice slender cane and whoop you butt so hard that you won't be able to see sleep nor death"

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

I’ve really fucked up this time, I just hope that I get the chance to make it right again when we return with Zelena. Tri-Moon began to say their goodbyes and the rest of the warriors started to pile into the buses. A tight fit was an understatement. Every space on the busses was filled, some sitting, some standing, some sitting on top of others. It’s going to be an uncomfortable drive. I was standing by one of the Humvee’s watching Gunner say goodbye to his mother. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers while she cupped his cheeks. Her thumb rubbed affectionately over his cheek, as a tear rolled down hers. Their bond is beautiful, and if I'm being honest, I'm envious. The moment th

I say repeatedly and because of the sheer joy I feels. "Papa, did you hear that? My mother is getting well." I said enthusiastically to my father then I hugged him very tightly while letting the tears flow down my cheeks. Tears of joy and not sadness or fear but tears of joy because finally my mother is resisting, and soon there is a possibility that we can talk to her again and be with her as I always wish.