Mothers Warmth 2 Novels & Stories

He bypassed every door until he reached the heavy mahogany entrance of the Master Suite. He set me down in a bathroom that was larger than the entire room I had shared with Thaddeus. It was a cathedral of white marble and gold fixtures. Without a word, he began to turn the taps of a sunken tub. The roar of the water filled the silence, and the steam began to rise, smelling of sandalwood and expensive oils. "M-Maxwell, I can do it," I whispered, clutching the ruined fabric over my chest as I looked at the floor. "I can wash myself. You don't have to... I'm not a child."

He could only watch as the flames rolled off his mother’s bare arms. Amy continued to move flames out of her way. Her eyes tried to search for what used to be the armored truck’s rear exit. The 2,000-degree fire obeyed Amy. The flames glided out of her way, bowing down at her feet like manservants bowing to a queen. Amy entertained her son by playing with the fire and mocking it. She let the flames roll between her slender fingers. She even rubbed the smoldering flames across her slender neck and chest, treating it like skin lotion.

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

“... but I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay.” My mother’s eyes softened. She gathered me in her arms, rocking me back and forth. “I know it may not feel like it right now,” she muttered, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “But we will heal together, my darling daughter.” She brushed her lips against my forehead in a feather-like kiss. “We are all here for you, always.” Her eyes drifted between everyone in the room. Maternal warmth and love only a mother could provide at such a vulnerable moment consumed me.

Because of the heat he felt in his body, he didn't think twice. "Sure." He stroked her thigh up until he reached the target delicate part. "Ooohhh!" the woman muttered as she bit her lower lip. He fiddled with the devil's doorbell and Romana seems satisfied with what he was doing. She was tightly clinging to his arm. "Now I have verified that you are really very beautiful, Mommy. I don't know why you are doing this but I will not deny that this is a wonderful gift from heaven. I can have my wife operated on and I will be able to taste a very beautiful woman like you."

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

Julian cooed, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair. "No, it was reality," I murmured in a raspy voice. Apparently, I hadn't only been crying in my dream, "a reality that can never be changed." "Want to talk about it?" Julian asked in a soothing, silky tone. I began tracing the lines of Julian's abdominal muscles as I said, "My mother's name was Marinette. She was beautiful with he dirty blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and tanned skin from being out in the sun so often. She had the warmest set of brown eyes that made you feel comfortable."

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.

Zuben stirred from his sleep when he heard his mother’s sweet voice, “ Wake up honey, It is such a beautiful day. It’s time to get up.” “ Momma…..” His baby voice trailed off as he got up and rubbed his small eyes. He looked so adorable in that sleepy avatar. You couldn’t resist the urge to hug him. He got off the bed and dang….dang…dang… ran towards his mother with baby steps, the corner of his blanket still in his hand. It was made of thermal microns that kept the enclosure at a constant temperature.

Is this the taste and warmth of home? This is a mother's love. It felt so comfortable and happy. Something was leaping on the tip of her heart, warm and gentle. They say after all the glamour, home is the warm shore. Is this what it feels like? Evelyn was always cold towards her, leaving her never feeling maternal love until the appearance of Pamela, who finally gave her a sense of a mother's warmth. Amanda snapped out of her thoughts, her expression slightly unnatural.