Novel & Cerita Mothers Joy

“Yes your Majesty” “Oh my God” I couldn't stop the tears that had begun to form in my eyes and I covered my mouth with one hand. “I can't believe it, I can't believe it. I don't know what to do…” “This is good news” I found myself saying as I looked down at my stomach with disbelief “This is wonderful news... Thank you” And just like that, I began to cry uncontrollably again, clutching tightly at my sheets. I was going to be a mother, it was the most soothing terrifying thing I'd ever experienced and yet I was filled with such joy.

We were stronger together, and this little life in our arms was a testament to that. As the pack members ushered in the new day with celebrations and congratulations, I couldn't help but feel an immense gratitude for everyone who played a part in bringing our baby into the world. Joan's tireless efforts had not only delivered our child safely but also offered me a newfound appreciation for the strength and resilience of all mothers. Lizzy's transformation from a woman in agony to a radiant mother was nothing short of remarkable.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

"Crazy girl. I'm fine. Don't worry." "I'll tell you one thing," Joy laughed, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I was watching you, and I'm honestly a little envious. You made it on national TV before I did!” “Give me that phone! This girl will drive me mad!" her mother interrupted, snatching the receiver away. "Son? Are you alright, my beautiful boy? You see, God protected you!" Tears streamed freely down her face as she sobbed with overwhelming gratitude. "Mom, don't worry, alright?" James's soft voice echoed from the other end.

However, it just scoffed and said, "You're so silly. But you're right; we can't let her die. What if she makes us draw lots before we're allowed to sleep in the casket?" Then, a brief, cold breeze blew around Mom's neck. She got such a fright that her hands wobbled violently for a while. After freezing for a couple of seconds, tears gushed from her eyes. "Was that you, Belle? It was you, wasn't it?" Mom then burst into loud tears once more. "I'm sorry, Belle! I've let you down! I've already burned the lottery box! I won't ever make you draw lots again! "Mom actually loves you very much! It's just that you were too sensible and understanding from the moment you were born! You wouldn't even cr

“Please, Miss Felicia…” Rose whispered. “My son did nothing wrong. I'm telling you the truth.” For a moment, something moved in Felicia’s eyes. Rose couldn't tell what it was. Part pity, part doubt. “Please, leave now,” Miss Felicia said. Her voice sounded final. Rose fell to her knees. “Please, I'm a single mother. He's all that I have,” she cried. Rose’s words shook her, her heart melted as she turned to Rose. She could feel her pain.

******Will this joy last for long? Find out in the next chapters

You really don't deserve to be a mother, forget to bring water for your children, like this, how is it worth being a mother. Knowing that her mother was blaming herself Joy understood about patting her mother's head and said: "I like to drink mother's milk. Now I can go and buy water. Mom, don't blame yourself, giving birth to a child was already very hard for you, still raising children. again." The more Joy is like this, the more embarrassed she is to the mother, but now is not the time for her to see this and that, but she has to quickly leave here to buy water for her children.

"Get up, Mother…why are you like this? Get up! Tears were now streaming down Joya's face. Mira was purposely refusing to stand up. "If they shed my blood, they won't be satisfied. They might rape you, or even worse, kill you. Now why would I let that happen? Mira cupped Joya's face with her hand. "Run, my child! Run! Don't look back, don't stop, keep running. If the gods will it, you will get out alive." Mira said and then pushed Joya away. Joya swiftly rises to her feet; she grabs the small bag at the corner of the tent. Then looked back to gaze at her mother in the tent. Her swollen left leg, her wrinkled face…her suffering.