Novel About Mother Novels & Stories

I leaned closer to her as her voice became quieter. "To my surprise, I came across a very old journal—dated 17 years ago. It contained my mother's journey to becoming a queen. I thought that it was quite cute at first, but it suddenly turned dark—almost cynical. My mother...is a much more cruel person than I've imagined." "What do you mean?" I asked with a frown. She looked at all of us with horrified eyes. "I think my mother killed the former queen."

She was whispering something to his mother. As far as he could remember, Matthew had never seen his mother cry. Even when she was ridiculed by the other aunties, his mother kept on being a strong person. His mother did not act like a rich lady even though she was married into a prestigious family. She had even volunteered at an orphanage. Apart from that, she was all smiles when she talked to the servants. How could a mother like her kill Molly? Matthew started to believe that Molly’s death was an accident. He only blamed his mother as he was consumed by rage.

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

The first thought that came into my head was to check, but I dismissed it, not wanting my curiosity to land me in a difficult situation, but my legs dragged me closer, just close enough to where I could hear a little of what was going on. "You have never cared about any of us! Why don't you crawl back into the hole you came out from, mother?" Connor… that was Connor's voice. Now I had every reason to turn away and continue down the hall, but the tone of his voice had me frozen in my steps. His mother? My mother used to work for her and the stories she used to tell me about her… A shiver ran through my spine. She was the devil, so I heard. She fired people and made sure to destroy them if the

She didn't search for Henry. She searched for herself. #AuroraValeCross #BadMother #CrossCurse The algorithm fed her immediately. It knew what she wanted. It knew she was hungry for poison. @MomOfThree_NYC: Just finished the Voss book. OMG. If Aurora's mother really walked into the ocean because she couldn't handle life, what does that say about Aurora? Apples don't fall far from the tree. No wonder she's "resting" while her preemie comes home.

"Perfect. Start the engine. With a quick movement, he accelerates and we begin to run. The city is beautiful as it is full of Christmas lights. Green, red and gold colors stand out in every home. The doors of all the houses in the neighborhood are decorated with Christmas wreaths and extravagant light bulbs. The flashing lights of the bulbs in the iron driveways and the shrubs in the gardens captivate and distract me. Why couldn't he wait until tomorrow? Perhaps the new day that is not approved, that "never-never-ever day." How dare he appear in our lives after so many years? What excuse was so valid as for my mother to forgive his departure? Mom has always been the most romantic of the thre

With trembling fingers, River opened the letter, her eyes welling up with tears. "Dear River," the letter began. "I write this to you in the hope that one day, you will understand the sacrifices I made for you. I chose to leave so that you could live. You are strong, brave, and loved. Never let anyone dim your light." As River read on, her mother's words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, filling her with determination and courage. She would honor her mother's legacy, uncover the truth, and claim her rightful place in the pack. Cecilia and Raymond would face justice, and River would ensure her mother's love and sacrifices were never forgotten.

Caelum turned the book to look at its cover and read what was written there. The title made his eyes cringe as he wondered why his mother was on such a book and, more importantly, what she might have done to cause her such punishment. It was the book of great defaulters and lost souls. That was really some title and sure as hell was not giving cool vibes. Caelum opened the first page with a finger between the page where his mother's picture was so he did not miss it. He started reading what started with an explanation of what the book was all about.

April read out loud. It was a poem written by her daughter ages ago. April's heart clenched as her eyes scanned the note to read the lines penned by her daughter. My mother is... I'm sure I've heard it all. My mother is strong. She broke the stereotype of being a single mother. My mother is resilient. She raised me alone and did one hell of a job. I have medals and enough straight As to attest to that. My mother is smart. I have never had to worry about money.

I closed my gaping mouth and processed what she just said in front of my mother. Mom’s arm already snaked around Blaine’s waist like they had not just met a moment ago. “See? You really should read my book—” “Mom,” I warned. Again. “Book?” “It’s an erotic romance, honey,” Mom whispered. A red-tinged on Blaine’s cheeks made me shake my head in amusement.