Novel About Mother Novels & Stories

Sabrina is a human who runs from her abusive ex and finds strength for her child. She runs into a world she doesn’t know or understand with a new possessive rich lover. She has a lot to learn about the expectations of her as the woman in Alpha Sol’s life. What does it mean to be Luna?

Amy is a musician whose music got distorted and warped due to a tragedy and guilt building up inside of her. Yet in the midst of her sadness appeared the brooding Antonio Russo; a sexy Italian man with a secret. During the whirlwind romance with the man she deemed her first love, Amy was swept her off her feet, until it all came to a screeching halt in the form of striking blue eyes. Dimitri Baranov has come to claim what was promised to him so long ago - but will Amy give in to temptation or follow old customs? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. *Book 2 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels.*

On the day the privileged heiress, Olivia Cruz, and I register our marriage, she leaves me and Mom stranded on a deserted road before running off to her childhood sweetheart, Brad McCoy. Rage triggers Mom's cardiac arrest, so I call Olivia in anxiety, begging her to come back and save Mom. But she just says a cold line before ending the call, "Not this again. Every time I have to step away, your mom suddenly has heart pain. Your family sure knows how to put on a show, huh?" With that, Mom misses her chance at rescue and dies. That night, a mutual friend posts online. "Growing up together is a whole different kind of bond!" The post shows Olivia perched on Brad's lap with his hand resting on her waist. It's the perfect picture of intimacy that leaves little to the imagination. I expressionlessly tap on the like button before typing my comment. "Is this what you meant by 'something important'?" The friend sneers. "Relax, it's just a game of Truth or Dare. I can't believe you're taking it so seriously." Olivia doesn't even bother to explain, but when I walk away without a word, she finally panics.

When journalist, Bella Sinclair, was invited to a friends birthday celebration in the local bar, she imagined there would be drinking, dancing, and letting her hair down. What she didn't imagine- being sexual assaulted.Biker Alex 'Axel' Warner wasn't happy. He was supposed to be back in his clubhouse for the weekly party held by the club. He was supposed to be drunk, with the clubwhores begging for his c***. Instead, he was serving alcohol to a bunch of drunken adults, some behaving like children. That is until he spots the beautiful redhead dancing with her friends. What will happen when the two meet?Will Axel be able to protect Bella?Will he be able to protect her from herself?

On Mother's Day, my mother-in-law passed away suddenly in the hospital. And my wife—a top-tier, elite surgeon—personally signed the organ donor consent form and led the team that removed her heart. I rushed to the hospital like a madman to confront her, only to find her calmly pulling off her gloves. "Mike's mother has been waiting for this heart for three years. He saved my life once. This is the only way I can repay him. "Mike has no one left but his mother. Can't you be a little more understanding? I'll bring him to lay flowers for your mother. Let's just put this behind us." I stared at the body on the table, face covered, then at the still-damp blood staining her white coat—and I almost laughed out loud from sheer disbelief. She still had no idea… that heart belonged to her own mother.

Veronica Laurent marriage is off the rocks, her husband, Trent, alpha of the red moon pack doesn’t care about her anymore. His heart seemed to be with another woman which is ironically her best friend, Candice. Veronica tries everything in her power to make their marriage work or even make Trent feel just an iota of the love she feels for him but he isn’t having it. He even goes as far to handing her divorce papers, which Veronica refused to sign and when she doesn’t. He threatens to lebel her as a whore to the media and knowing it is something he can do, she has no choice. But things change when she meets ruthless and uncaring Zephyr Lyold, the most feared alpha in all of America, who is looking for someone to be a mother to his little son and heir. Veronica accepts but nothing prepares her for the sparks that happen next.

Kirsty had a troubled past.Now she's in trouble again.Last time she had her sister, but her sister can't help her again.Who will she ask to help her escape from her tormentor?Tank has had a rough couple of months.He was shot, his sister had been brutally beaten and now he's been dumped by the he has been casually seeing for the past 6 months.Will anyone be caught in the fallout of the crossfire?Two worlds collide when Tank is forced to babysit Kirsty. Can they turn the hate into something more?Or will the rose wither and die?

To make me "obedient", my parents send me to a reform center. There, I'm tortured until I lose control of my bladder. My mind breaks, and I'm stripped naked. I'm even forced to kneel on the ground and be treated as a chamber pot. Meanwhile, the news plays in the background, broadcasting my younger sister's lavish 18th birthday party on a luxury yacht. It's all because she's naturally cheerful and outgoing, while I'm quiet and aloof—something my parents despise. When I return from the reform center, I am exactly what they wanted. In fact, I'm even more obedient than my sister. I kneel when they speak. Before dawn, I'm up washing their underwear. But now, it's my parents who've gone mad. They keep begging me to change back. "Angelica, we were wrong. Please, go back to how you used to be!"

I nodded. "I guess the night was a success." "It was." I didn't realize it but he was in my face now, only a step away. His hand went for my waist, pulling me into him. "Let's keep it that way because my mother is right by the door trying to listen in on us. I guess we weren't very convincing." I took a slight peep and there was a shadow right at the door. "What should we do?" I mouthed His hand lifted my chin. "A kiss should do the trick."

"What's that bulge? It looks different from mine." My eighteen-year-old neighbor, sweet but simple, stared curiously at the place between my legs, a hungry glint in her eyes. I played dumb. "Why don't you show me what yours looks like?" To my surprise, without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly tugged off her little white skirt, revealing a smooth, bare patch of skin. "See? Right here—it's totally flat. There's nothing at all."