Real Mom Son Stories

Pour débarrasser de notre fils, un louveteau, et passer la Saint-Valentin avec son assistante, mon compagnon Marcus a forcé notre chiot blessé à faire de l'escalade et l'a empoisonné. Quand j'ai précipité mon louveteau mourant à l'hôpital, j'ai eu la surprise de voir Marcus en train d'accompagner son assistante pour un contrôle prénatal. Notre pauvre chiot, terrifié, se tordait de douleur à cause du poison, mais Marcus n'en avait rien à faire. « Ce n’est qu’un Oméga. S’il était un vrai loup, il se remettrait instantanément ! » Je serrais dans ma poche l'herbe « Bénédiction de Lune » d'une valeur de 100 millions d’euros que j'avais trouvée par hasard ce matin dans la forêt. J'avais prévu de lui annoncer cette bonne nouvelle aujourd'hui. Mais maintenant ? Il était temps de mettre fin à ce lien de cinq ans.

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

WARNING ⚠️ SOME SCENES CONTAINS WORDS THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS..!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ...!!! Dala ng matinding bugso ng damdamin sa pagdadalaga Amber Rizalyn Joy got pregnant at the age of seventeen, without knowing who is the man she slept with on that night. Paano kung isang araw ay makakaharap niya ang lalaking kamukhang-kamukha ng kan'yang anak? Would it be possible that the man in front of her is the father of her son? Paano kung bigla na lang itong sumulpot sa kan'yang harapan kasama ang kanilang anak at yayain s'yang magpapakasal? Kaya n'ya bang tanggihan ang alok nito sa kabila ng nasaksihan n'yang pagmamakaawa ng kan'yang anak sa ama nito na pakasalan s'ya at buoin ang kanilang pamilya. Ano ang naghihintay na buhay sa kanilang mag-ina sa piling ng isang mafia? Magiging reyna kaya s'ya sa puso ng lalaki o magiging asawa lang dahil sa anak nila? Paano kung isang pagsubok ang dumating sa kanilang pagsasama? Pagsubok na s'yang sisira sa tiwala nila sa isat-isa kasama na ang kanilang pagsasama bilang mag-asawa. Mananaig kaya ang nabuong pagmamahalan laban sa tiwala na nasira at nawasak?

I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family. But he never lived to see that birthday. My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace. Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival. When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?" Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.

Quand il ne me restait plus que trois mois à vivre après avoir pris la lame maudite destinée à mon mari Lucian, son premier amour, Lily, est revenue. Quand j'ai enduré la douleur et préparé un dîner pour commémorer notre anniversaire, il n'est pas rentré. Il était en train d'avoir une séance torride en voiture avec Lily. Quand je suis allée seule à l'hôpital pour acheter des médicaments, il accompagnait Lily à son rendez-vous de suivi de grossesse. J'ai fait semblant de ne rien voir, je me suis contentée de jouer silencieusement le rôle de l'épouse parfaite et je lui ai écrit quatre lettres en cadeau pour notre anniversaire. Après ma mort, il a vu les cadeaux que j'avais laissés derrière moi et a complètement perdu la raison.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

Claire Michel woke up in a hotel room with a man she didn't recognize. Her wedding to her fiancé, Ludwig Beyer, was about to take place, but she had no idea what to expect. One day, a video of her going crazy in a nightclub was leaked. Her extended family was furious and her wedding plans were canceled. She was kicked out of the house. Newly living on the outside, Claire found herself pregnant. A few years later, she was reunited with the stranger who had spent a thrilling night with her in the past. He is Felix Homann, a very special client that Claire's boss has asked her to take care of. So, what will Claire do?

Julia is brokenhearted after being abandoned by her husband for another woman. This leads her into a steamy one-night stand with a mysteriously gorgeous stranger who takes her breath away. Just when she thinks she’s left that wild night behind, he turns out to be her son’s best friend. Michael wants her—and will stop at nothing to make her his. And just when she finally gives in to Michael’s persistent temptation, Gilbert, her husband, returns, demanding his wife back. Julia decides to keep her dangerous affair a secret from her family. To make matters worse, she discovers that she and her daughter, Olivia, are in love with the same man. Julia tries to break things off to protect her relationship with her daughter. But Michael makes it clear that she’s the one he wants, and he’s ready to move heaven and earth to be with her. He chooses to fight for her—and for their unconventional love—until the very end. Their forbidden secret affair brings nothing but trouble. Will Julia choose her family and career over her second chance at love—or will she risk losing it all? His jaw tensed. “I wish I could control what you’re doing to me. I wish I had a stop button inside my head—just so I could wake up for even one day without thinking about you. But I can’t.” “I’m married, Michael.” He took my hand. “I don’t see any ring on your finger. If I were your husband, Julia,” he breathed with longing, “I’d never be away from you.”

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY DISTURBED BY MATURE THEMES. BLURB: “Oh…” I moaned before I could stop it. “Sorry…” I whispered steadying myself, but what he said next knocked the breath from me. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I couldn’t hold it anymore.” He grabbed me and lifted me onto the nearest freezer. His lips crashed into mine, hot and hungry. My stomach twisted with excitement. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our tongues moved fast, like we were devouring each. I lifted my hips from the freezer, rubbing my soaked pussy against his hard groin. My jumpsuit clung to my body, thin enough to feel everything. “Sienna…” he groaned. “Please… touch me,” I whispered against his mouth. ____ One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue. He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all?

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?