Novel About Mother Novels & Stories

" Why should they? Mr Banksbroken off relations with his family for a long time. That child's mom is a home wrecker. The most important thing is that she gave birth to this child in her middle age.” Oh gosh! What sort of mess was this that her mother had created? Now, she had a complicated relationship with Anderson. She never thought that she would meet her mother, who she hadn't seen for about ten years in this way. She did not even wish to see her again. She wished that she had existed from the surface of the world. She wished that she had long left.

Six years ago, my mother was diagnosed with a rare condition. She had weeks at most. There was one doctor in the country who could treat it. Her name was Diana Crane. I called every contact I had just to get a meeting. The first sentence out of her mouth was, "I'll treat her, but I have one condition." I said the obvious thing. "Money is not a problem." My father had died when I was three. My mother had raised me alone. I was finally established in business when she got sick. For her, I would have spent every cent I had.

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

a cold, emotionless voice came from the robot's mouth, shattering what little remained of Mom's delusion. "She's really gone…" Tears streamed down my face, yet inside, I felt nothing. Only now did Mom realize the truth of what she had done, but what meaning did that have now? "Sweetie, why are you crying?" I pulled away from the livestream. Aria, my new mother, was panicking, and my new father, Edward, quickly rushed over. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need a doctor?" Seeing their concern, I suddenly remembered the times I had been hospitalized. Mom had never shown a single sign of care. She would simply throw a math test at me, and the moment I made a single mistake, she would start scold

Cressida "I'll go try these on okay?" Noah said and left to the changing room without waiting for my answer and I knew that he was going to take a long time there as usual so I took my chance to distract myself from both Savaş and Jack the same way I've been doing for the last five days… by reading the book my mother wrote about her life. Maybe I would discover something about myself that way even though I still knew that my answers would always be owned by Savaş…

Liam held Nova’s hand. “What now?” he asked. She stared out the window. “We protect her.” “And us?” She looked at him finally. “We rebuild. From fire.” That night, in Rome, Nova returned to her journal. Cassia is not just our flame. She is fire itself. They’ll keep coming. We’ll keep burning. But now I know, my mother didn’t just die for me. She lit the match so I could find my own. She closed the book and kissed her daughter’s forehead.

I couldn't believe he was already embarrassed—we were just getting started. Soon, my mom, Louisa Glenn, came to Room 2115 with a bunch of her friends, laughing and chatting as they arrived. Upon seeing Gina, she greeted, "Why didn't you go in, Gina?" Gina smiled but said nothing, merely gesturing for the women to step into the room. Mom looked confused. "Youngsters nowadays like to be mysterious." She then knocked on the door hard. "Jennie? Open the door, Jennie." Liam pulled me back when he heard Mom's voice. "You can't open it! We'll talk things out when we're back."

After a brief silence, he asked again, "Can you tell me how it happened? And your mother… how did she find out? What was her reaction?" I lifted my gaze to meet his. If I had to recount my mother’s reaction, I was sure his expression would shift. It was time to reveal everything. Everything meant everything. The truth about my mother’s real nature. And if I told them the whole story, maybe—just maybe—it would work in Ezekiel’s favor. Taking a deep breath, I began. "Actually, my mom wasn’t like most mothers. She was ambitious—ruthlessly so. Her career and position meant everything to her. She was willing to do anything to protect them."

she said almost sulking but he just kissed her on her forehead and pushed her closer to him in a warm embrace as he said, “ my love…I know you’re not a child but please…those memories you want me to unlock is too dark even for me.” “ Fine,” “ I promise I will tell soon. When I’m more comfortable.” He added before he gave her a kiss on the lips. “ I hope Greskin is going to be fine tomorrow,” she said after a while, “ I can feel that I’m losing some power slowly, he must be getting better,” she added. “ And what about your mother?” “ She’s been in her room working on a book. I think that’s the new job she has gotten herself, I wish I could show you her diary…it really seemed like I was readin