My Mom My Love Novels & Stories

Mom looked at me with nothing but disappointment in her eyes. I remembered how she used to stand up for him fiercely in public whenever relatives made cruel remarks about him. At charity galas, the mere hint of an insult, labeling him a country bumpkin, was enough to make her spend exorbitant amounts of money just to stand by him and put an end to the ridicule. No matter how busy she was, she always came home on time because she never wanted him to wait an extra minute. I stared at her, unable to look away. When did Mom become this stranger?

I was the Alpha and Luna’s only daughter, yet I had depression, the illness my mother despised most. Mom took me for a mental health assessment. On the form, I checked “I often feel sad.” She crossed it out right away. “Your dad and I love you so much. Why would you be sad?” I checked “I’m afraid to talk to people.” She frowned again. “You were so outgoing when you were little. Don’t put that.” I didn’t argue. She said I wasn’t sad, so I changed my answer to “Never.” She said I slept just fine, so I erased “I often have trouble sleeping.” By the time we finished, I’d changed almost every answer to the one she wanted. The results came back normal. Mom let out a relieved breath and pulled my c

I cried out loud while gripping the fork tightly. Mom puts her hand on top of my right hand, slowly massaging it. "Joanabe no matter what happens, I love you. So, Don't give up. Okay?" I nodded and tears continue to fall. "Mom, will dad say 'I love you' to me?" "Of course he will, Joanabe. I know he loves you the way I do." My mom's hand moves to face, her thumb finger wipes the tears in my cheeks. *LIES*

I came back to sense and off the stove mom : sri what happened dear me : nothing happened mom mom : are you loving him me : what you're speaking mom we are completely different how can I love someone like him mom : your brain can know all these things but not your heart me : why mom mom : because heart is selfish dear it won't listen to anyone untill it get what it needs me : I'm feeling pity for myself mom for wanting which I don't even deserve to dream mom : I don't know what made you think like that dear but the truth is if someone deserves it's you I can say that confidently

mom's expression changed when she seen my prince but she managed her expression and said them to sit iam observing her she went inside I said to them I will be back and followed mom mom asked "fuggie are you sure that you love him" iam shocked why mom is asking like this I replied "why maa dont you like him" she asked "what if your mom and dad dont accept him" now I don't know why tears started flowing I said " maa why they wont accept he is a nice person but you know na I never disobey you people at the same time I cant live without him he is my first love he also cant live without me because he is already heart broken if I break his heart again will he live maa I cant see him heart broken

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

Those were the last words mom said to me that night as she left a peck on my forehead. .... A/N : A mother's love is indeed very immeasurable... I adore my mom... ^_^. What about you guys?

my voice broke as I held his hand in mine, tears falling like torrents from my eyes. “I… I love you, Owen…” I heard my mom say and just as I was about to tell her that I loved her too and would never hate her, she slumped into my arms and I could feel her body slowly start to go cold. “Mom…” my voice trembled as I shook her gently, “... I haven't given you my response yet, so please wake up. Please- Mom!” I yelled in pain as I held her body close to mine and my heart clenched hard in my chest.

When I finally got it in my arms, I burst into another fit of tears. "Oh my God, Riri!" I fanned at my eyes with my hand, shaking from emotion. She kept rubbing my other arm, chanting over and over, "Sorry mommy… do you like it?" "I love it, baby… I love it so much." I cried, holding the book she wrote to my chest. She had given me a book with the name on it, 'What I Love About Mom'. She also included painted beaded bracelets, and the more I imagined how much thought and time she had put into the gift, I cried even harder.

"But I want you to know, Mom, that I carry you with me always. Your love, your guidance, and your strength are etched deep within my being. Even though you're no longer physically here, I feel your presence in the gentle breeze, and in the quiet moments when I seek solace." "I want to thank you, Mom, for everything you gave me. The love, the sacrifices, the countless moments of joy and laughter. You were my rock, my guiding light. And even though our time together was cut short, I am grateful for every second we shared." A soft breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees, as if nature itself is listening to Nora's words, offering its silent support. She reaches out, gently touching the engrave