Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

Her mother searched for her through the crowd while she watched in amusement, she rushed down immediately, pushing through the crowds and to her mother who she hadn’t seen in a while. Barb Goodman, who had been searching for her daughter saw her approaching with open hands trying to initiate a hug. She opened her hands immediately and pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, Arlene pulled away a bit, and her mum patted her fluttering hair to the side and tucked them at the back of her ear. Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car.

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."

Lionel nodded with a smile and they left for Rosita's ward. ROSITA'S WARD They got to Rosita's ward and Lionel slowly pushed the door open. Tears streamed down Riley's eyes on seeing how her mother lay unconscious on the bed. Lionel pushed her closer to her mother's bed. "Mum.." she called amidst tears as she neared her bed. She took her mother's hand into hers. "Your little girl is here mum...., can you hear me?" she uttered wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Do you know mum...Dad left us.." she replied sobbing.

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?”

“That silly girl. She can’t run away. Not after what she did to Sarah.” “Hmm,” I managably replied while feeling the softness of Raya’s hair. “Anyway, I should return to Sarah. I don’t want to miss her waking up.” “Alright. I’ll drop Raya off later. I have a feeling she’d fight someone if we interrupt her TV.” “Sure. Bye, Raya.” “Bye bye, Gammie.” “Gammie?” Sarah’s mother chuckled, and the worry on her face vanished completely. “We got closer the past two days. She seems cold at first, but she’s a very warm soul, like her mother.”

“Please wake up, Baby. I’m right here. Your sisters are here. We all need you. Cason is scared as Hell and I bet he would love for you to give him some advice on how to calm down until we can figure out how to get back home.” I rock her and squeeze her tight. “Can someone get me a blanket? She’s too cold.” I open my eyes and see the six women still in the living room approach me. They position themselves so they are all close to her and carefully place their hands on her. They close their eyes and give a soft, mournful sound that is reminiscent of a howl, but more melodious. I wait for them to stop and catch a breath, but they don’t. Somehow, they’re able to keep the comforting sound going.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Those eyes of hers held such warmth for him, to the God of War that had slaughtered thousands, maybe millions. “Just talking about Lucifer comforting you when you have your monthly. It just reminded me of some things.” Mariah turned her back to walk out of the bathroom, but I quickly followed, grabbing her hand. The warmth from our hands that I have felt before between Zeus and my mom burned brightly. No longer just feeling warmth, I saw it. My eyes widened. Mariah did the same until her eyes calmed to a half hooded look. Her rigid body slumped, walking a step closer to me so I didn’t have to stretch so far to keep her close to me.

his mother answered candidly, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. “Wet?” Tate echoed, wondering if he had heard his mom correctly. “You’re getting laid, darling,” the mother smiled warmly, her full lips curving with mischief. “Getting laid??” “You heard me right,” Amber insisted, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m not gonna tell you exactly when, or with whom, but trust me when I say… you’re gonna be up to your ears in hot, tight pussy!”

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."