Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

Mother sat in the living room, her back to me, a fragile figurine sculpted from sorrow. "Mom?" I called out, his voice rough with a torrent of emotions. She turned her face a map of tear tracks, eyes red-rimmed and raw. Relief and anguish warred within me as I rushed to her side, enveloping her in a hug that spoke of unspoken promises and fierce protectiveness.

The door slammed shut. °○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○ The sound of the door opening again was gentler this time. Familiar footsteps crossed the room and warmth filled the air. "My sweet girl." Mother’s voice wrapped around me like a soft blanket. Her hand brushed back my hair, and the scent of perfume—jasmine and vanilla—lingered. She knelt beside me, brushing the tears from my cheeks.

a deep voice whispered, but I couldn't make out the words. All I knew was that I needed that safety. I reached out blindly, grabbed onto the heat source, and pulled it into my arms. Suddenly, the world spun. I hit something hard and hot—a wall of muscle—and we fell onto the soft bedding together. It was so warm. The heat started chasing away the chill in my bones. It had to be my mother protecting me. "Mom..." I pressed closer to the heat, seeking more warmth. "Mom, I missed you so much..."

V bullets. "I know you're scared Clarke, but sweetie you have us. We'll protect you no matter what." My mom says as she's trying to assure me. She held my hand and smiled. Warmth, is such a very pleasing feeling. It takes fear out of all of us, and it feels calming almost illuminating. Maybe that is what the world needs right now. To feel warmth. To feel like you're not alone.

Seeing both of them warmed me up but it wasn’t enough to make me feel good. “That’s my girl, Cassandra welcomed me happily, though I least expected that from her, “Mommy’s Bird, what’s wrong with you? Aww, he dumped you, right?” she insinuated. “You can’t just be serious for a second,” I screwed her, pushing her away playfully. “No! no! No! you need this, come on. You know you do like it when I warm you up with a hug,” she yearned, pulling strongly. “Maybe, she needs mine,” my mother woke up and suggested.

With a warm smile, Sarah greeted her mother, eager to hear what she had to say. "Mom, what are you doing here? Who let you in?" Sarah asked anxiously, her eyes darting around the house to assess the situation. Meanwhile, her mother, Winnie, stood in awe, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur of the living room. "Wow, this is amazing," she exclaimed softly, her voice filled with admiration. Sarah couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and amusement at her mother's reaction.

She picked a little bowl and poured the water in it and she took it upstairs. She put the water on the floor and walked into the bathroom to get a towel. “Are you sure this will be okay?” She asked, and Marsha nodded. Carissa dug the towel into the water and squeezed the water away from it. She placed it on Marsha’s cheek. “Ouch!” Marsha yelled and took her cheek away. Carissa drawn her head closer and gave her a reprimanding look with a mixture of warning and she quickly calm down and let Carissa massaged it with the hot towel.

“If we can let go without sanctions the unmated mates who become aggressive when they smell the heat scent, why not the two main people affected by the heat? They just wanted to be together.” “Randall is still a threat, but I understand, Mom.” “Good. Because I don’t want any females to be sanctioned for going into heat. But I want to make myself clear, I’m not saying everyone can get away with crimes just because they are in heat… All I’m saying...” Jace chuckled, cutting his mother off from talking more. “I get it, Mom. You can go home now.” “Why are you kicking me out?” “Aren’t you in heat?”

The wound looked angry, red and wet and torn, the stitches pulled apart like they’d given up. My stomach turned. My mother inhaled sharply. Then she placed her hand over it. I expected pressure. Pain. Maybe another scolding. Instead, Warmth bloomed beneath her palm. Not the warmth of skin. Something deeper. Something impossible. I sucked in a breath as a soft light flickered from between her fingers. Faint at first. Then brighter. A pale glow poured over my wound like moonlight turned liquid. My eyes widened. My whole body went rigid. “Mum…” I whispered, voice trembling. “What, what is that?”