Percy Jackson Mom Novels & Stories

When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs. "Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes. "W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?” "Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo. “Oh my… I'm not your mother—” "No! Mom can't be like that! Should not." Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

"Because she looks like The Trunchbull from that movie you used to make me watch when we were kids." My father and I both chuckled."You mean Matilda." Jake shrugged his shoulders."Whatever movie she is from, my neighbour is her twin. So how is Mom? Can we see her?"He asked, looking at my father. "Yes, Let's go see her."We followed my Dad down the corridor towards my Mom's private room, she was sitting up in her bed watching the door and waiting for us. "Oh, there you are. I was worried that you two had already left."My mom said and reached her arms out towards us for a hug.

Her clumsy movements betrayed her panic. I simply nodded, but I screamed with delight on the inside. She couldn't even handle the first signs of aging? This wasn't even a fraction of the pain I had lived with. The moment I turned around, I picked up my phone and started pouring money into the accounts of several other patients who needed life-saving surgeries. The next morning, Mom was gone. I checked the security cameras and saw her leaving at the crack of dawn. She was bundled up in a mask, oversized sunglasses, and a silk scarf. Avoiding everyone, she headed straight for the skin care center. Seeing her scurry away like that, I practically started singing.

I just grinned. Mom says as she slips off the bed, "I'm going to leave you in Petey's capable hands and go find Pat and make him make love to his wife. See you Sunday evening for dinner, Peter Jackson Phillips, don't be late. Unless you are plugging your auntie there, then call first."

he said off-handedly. She became pale. "What? But i didn't finish high school" she tried to stall. But he glared at her. "Don't try to fool me, Hera. I know you have given all of your papers and you no longer have to come here until the day of your graduation. Moreover, your mother is no more. Then what is the use of living in that old house of hers without her? Now be a good girl and come with me" he thundered angrily. Hera wanted to cry. No, her mother is no more, but she is living there with Matt now. She doesn't want to go with her father leaving him. She has grown fond of him.

I give her a knowing smile, and while I lightly apply makeup, I continue my story. "Then mom goes to Passione Proibita to give orders for hours until some meddler tells dad that his wife is there and that there are several guys hovering around her like vultures. Then dad rushes out like a bat out of hell to find her, and when they get home, they have a great time." I say the last part with a slight shiver. "Yelizaveta! Did your mother teach you that, or are you spying on your parents?" Aunt Melike asks, half amused, half annoyed.

In my first year out of college, my mother sues me over the 60 dollars a month I give her for living expenses. In court, she breaks down in tears. "She only gives me 60 dollars a month! And she makes me check in every single day before she'll hand over that day's money! "I raised her and her brother all on my own. I gave everything I had to put her through college. How can she do this to me?" Her lawyer submits printed copies of our text conversations as proof. The judge frowns as he reads through them, then passes them to me. "Defendant, are these messages authentic?" I nod calmly. "They are." The gallery erupts in whispers, people calling me ungrateful and a terrible daughter. Then,

there's no way she wouldn't spread it all over town, and possibly organize a protest demanding they leave before they can infect the young minds of Portland. I wouldn't put it past her. She's kicked up a fuss over smaller things. You'd think she lived in an Amish homestead, not in the heart of one of the most alternative, liberal, coolest cities in the world. Thank god she didn't recognize Felix. Moments later I hear the front door close, and my mom comes back into the kitchen. "That woman is exhausting," she says, slumping down into a chair at the table. "I called Grace's landline to ask if you were at her house, and of course Janice had to come marching over here."

,my mom sighed dramatically and paced. "if Jonathan finds out about the abuse he endured all my investigation shit will be ruined, my mom looks at my dad, you know I was depressed Jason but I got help for it. Still I wish I handled stuff better",mom leaned against the wall. "I say we tell Jonathan he is alpha and deserves to know now",dad pleads with my mom. "I'm still pissed he is with that girl instead of Laura, mom sighs, both were perfect together I don't like that Kat girl",mom blows out a breath. Dad sighs.

ELENA POV I swallowed watching the girl who was clearly waiting for my reply. I opened my mouth to reply but Aldric's Mom beat me to it. “I don't see how my daughter in-law owes you any explanation.” I guess Aldric's Mom responding was a shock to them as it was to me. The pedicurist chuckled nervously as stared at Aldric's Mom. “Oh, I'm sorry, everyone's just talking…” “What happens in my family concerns my family, you have no right to question a Harrison, understand?” Aldric's Mom said annoyingly.