Mothers Warmth Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Instead I just shake my head slowly from left to right. The woman stretches her lips, showing a set of yellowish teeth. "Why, I," she places her hands over her chest, "am your mother." —————— 😳So! 😳How did you like the chapter? Were you surprised or did you expect this? What do you think happens next? Thank you all for reading❣️

' Fae feeling the strangely familiar warmth from the woman unconciously blurted a question in her head as she stared, mezmerized by the womans beauty and attractiveness. "Your heart is tainted." Came the soft voice of a woman as it reached to hold her raised baby hands, its warmth enveloped the baby. "As dark as the cloudy night." Followed suit her speech as she now held her face on which began to emit warm glow. "Blocked by an ice." "Unable to melt." "Dont worry im here." "To guide you from here." "Beside you, ill give you warmth." "To ease the coldness beneath." The woman just keep mumbling on somethings as it held her like she was the most precious thing, and stared directly towards her e

But there are times when Accashia wished that it was not true. Accashia’s lips trembled and the long sword slipped from her fingers. “Mother…” She whispered. “Mama.” Again and again until tears welled in her eyes and she ran. “Mama!” And oddly enough, the woman hugs her back. Even though she smelled like the dead of corpses and rats. The woman was still warm. How it is that she's warm. The dead shouldn't be warm like this, and Accashia had always dreamed of feeling her warm embrace again. “Mama…” She cried in her mother’s arms. “You’re alive, and you're here.”

WARNING: This chapter contains violence not suitable for young readers. This is a work of fiction but still, you may find the scenes distressing enough so I highly encourage everyone to stop reading if underage. Thank you. I tightly shut my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. The regrets of yesterday flooded my mind. There were moments when I had complained about the life I lived, not realizing that someone like Veronica had been working tirelessly to take my place. Memories of my mother's final moments rushed back to me. She had expressed her happiness at my birth, despite being abandoned by those she thought would protect her. She had told me that I was her only treasure, her one hope in

“... 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.

"Shhh, my darlings. Mommy is fine. Look, I'm smiling. Give me your precious smiles." Their grins are like radiant sunshine, and I revel in the warmth of their love as they hug me once more. In their embrace, all the pain and suffering I endured seem to vanish, replaced by the boundless love and resilience that are motherhood. "When are we going home?" Barbe's voice is filled with anticipation and a longing for familiarity and security. I stroke her cheek affectionately, my heart brimming with tenderness. "We are not going anywhere, sweetheart," I assure her gently. "From now on, we will be with your daddy."

JAX: I took her pale hand in mine; her temperature seemed normal, a good sign that life coursed well through her. My mother had surprisingly been waiting for her to wake up. I don't know what she had planned in that conniving head of hers, but she'd be wrong to think her sad methods of motherly manipulation would work.

These challenges have shaped my early years, leaving a lasting impact on my self-esteem and academic progress. While I lay in bed, feeling unwell, my mother entered my room with a tray in her hands. On the tray, there was a bowl of hot soup emitting steam and a refreshing glass of water. With utmost care, she placed it on the bedside table and settled down beside me, her eyes filled with worry. She gently spoke, “Darling, we have an urgent task to run the border tonight. Do you think you'll manage on your own, or should I give Samantha a call to come over and keep you company?”

The flickering flames of the fireplace seemed to dance in celebration, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow upon their intertwined figures. As they stood there, bathed in the gentle glow, Violet's thoughts swirled with a mixture of awe, excitement, and a touch of apprehension. Motherhood beckoned to her, its mysteries unfolding like the petals of a blossoming flower. And she knew, deep within her soul, that she was enveloped by the love and unwavering support of her extraordinary mates, who would walk this path with her, hand in hand.

my call made my mother turn towards me with a smile that was so warm and charming. "Hey Raymond, are you awake?" my mother asked kindly. Her welcome was full of kindness and warmth. I felt a little surprised by the change in my mother's attitude towards me. It's as if he's always been nice to me, unlike my wife. My mother's smile made my heart melt. I was touched by her kindness and attention. I pondered for a moment, thinking about the difference in treatment I felt between my mother and my wife. Why is my mother always nice to me, while my wife seems cold and distant?