My Mother - Episode 1 Novels & Stories

She gave Emily's back one last pat before she turned to leave. "Mom," Emily said, her voice trembling slightly. "Are we really not human?" Her mother's expression turned somber. "It's complicated, dear. I wish I could explain everything, but I don't think you're ready to hear it all yet." "But I want to know," Emily said, her voice rising. "I have a right to know who - or what - I am." Her mother hesitated, clearly unsure of what to say. "Please, just trust me on this," she finally said. "You'll understand someday."

Her mother is teaching her to walk. Her mother singing to her. Her mother was crying when Elena was sick. Her mother standing beside Elias. Her mother is watching young Elena create Eden. Then— The night Elena died. Her mother is holding the knife. Elena saw herself lying on the ground. Blood beneath her. Elias kneeling beside her. Eden screaming. Her mother is crying. But then another figure appeared behind them. A First One. He whispered something into her mother's ear. Elena couldn't hear it.

I walk past Kim. “Or maybe say hello to Era, too.” She adds before she watches me disappear into the house. I contemplate upon her suggestion. It's not that easy. When I reach the living room, my mother is watching a KUWTK (Keeping Up With the Kardashians) episode on TV. She loves that show. “Simon?” She picks herself up from the couch and lifts her arms to embrace me. “Oh, sweetie. How are you?” She puts her head on my chest.

"No, I don't…" When she lifted her head again and met his eyes, he let out a piercing scream. How could he not, when what he saw was the face of his mother? The same mother who'd been dead for over a decade.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

VIDEO 1 OF 12 My breathing slowed, Antonio pressed play. Static flickered across the screen. Then a woman appeared. My mother’s eyes stared directly into the camera, she smiled sadly, “If you’re watching this, Rachel, it means I ran out of time.” The screen suddenly froze, then faded to black. A loading symbol spun silently in the center of the monitor, no one in the room moved, no one even breathed because we all knew one thing. My mother’s story had finally begun.

she says patting my arm to release her. I watch as Magma walks up to my mother. They stare at each other for a minute and the Magma embraces her. My mother stands there shocked for a moment before returning the embrace. "Thank you. Thank you so much for bringing him to me" Magma says as she pulls back to look my mother in the face. My mother grasp her hands and says "I'm so sorry for not asking more questions. I should have trusted my son instead of his no good father. I won't make the mistake again." She promises.

You have to be strong for your mum," she muttered amidst tears. "Okay . Aunt.." he replied and wiped away the tears from his eyes. They both composed themselves well and went into the house. Lian met his mother in the living room having a glass of juice. "Mum...?" he called with a distressful look "Son...., what's wrong." she queried anxiously as she stood from her seat to meet her son. "Mum..., we lost Clifford." "What?!" she exclaimed, stunned. *********** KATE'S HOUSE It's 8 pm now,

She'd changed a lot, and it seemed like life hadn't exactly been smooth sailing for her. "Ruth." I had mixed feelings when I heard her address me as her mother. I didn't know what else I could say. "Mom, I'm sorry." Ruth looked anxious. She fell to her knees before me and kept apologizing. "I know I was wrong, Mom. How have you been over the years? Do you still hate me? I know I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. "Vivian's a horrible woman! Not only did she trick Dad, but she even tried to sell me to human traffickers! I was too young to know any better. Mom, can you please forgive me?"

And there— Standing in the doorway— Was her mother. Alive. Real. Watching her. Aruna’s vision blurred slightly. Not from weakness. From overload. “Mom…?” The word barely came out. A whisper. A question. A disbelief she couldn’t hold together. Her mother stepped forward slowly. Carefully. Like one wrong move might break the moment. “You’ve grown,” she said softly. Aruna didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. “Why?” she whispered. Her mother’s expression shifted. Pain.