Novel & Cerita Real Mom Son Stories

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

Tears are rolling down Mom’s cheeks as she tries to wipe them away and hide them from me. “ Mom. ” I grab her shoulders and make her look at me. “ I am not dying. I am right here, and I will be for a long time. ” “ I… ” Mom sobs, pressing her head to my chest. “ They…called to tell me that my son got into an accident, and…I thought I would follow my child this time. I can not lose one more son. I can not. ” “ Mom. ” I sigh, rubbing her back.

Dad doesn’t even talk about it because Mom doesn’t like bringing it up. “Let’s get lunch, and I will tell it to all of you. Then I will never speak of it again,” she said. We all agreed, got food, and literally sat for two hours talking about Mom’s past. When she was done explaining, she smiled. “I see myself in all of you. I see the fighters, the cleverness, the neglect, the abuse, and the loneliness. I felt it the same way Thalia, Kaia, and Sinclair have. The love I have for the four of you is equal. I gave birth to Rory, but the four of you are my daughters. My sons love you. Even when they were slow, stubborn, or desperate, they love you three. Just like Jonah loves Rory. It’s the kind o

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

I gasped in shock. " Why is it impossible?" mom asked with a raised brow after calming down with the happiest expression ever on her place," I think it is perfect. My son just found his mate. All this time, his mate was with him, and he was unaware of that. I need to go and congratulate." my mom begins to leave when I stopped her. "Mom, but she is our cousin. A Petriokias." I reminded her, " There must be a mistake. He must be mistaken."

I loved my mom, but I had a stronger bond with my dad, even before my mom was killed. I sat down in the other chair and listened to the story Dad was telling Noah, and recognized the story, as one he had always told me when I was a kid. It’s about a Lone wolf who never found his mate, and he was a very rare warrior, stronger than any other wolf ever existing. Even after Noah had fallen asleep, Dad kept on with the story, and I leaned back and listened to his voice while he talked. And I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by him softly poking me.

I leaned forward and cupped his face with both hands, then pressed my forehead against his. “Tell me something you’ve never said before.” His brows furrowed underneath my skin. “What kind of something?” “Something real. Scary… shameful… embarrassing. Funny. As long as you haven’t told me or anyone else before.” He was quiet for a long time. Then softly, he started. “My mother died when I was very young. Her face blurred even before I could know how to write my own name. My father… he was a demon. A junkie, an alcoholic. He hit my sister and me to the inch of our lives every day. The people who mattered in his life were the ones he brought to the house for a quick powder session and games. He

"Who is your Mom?" Valjerome asked again. Slowly, Erom roamed his eyes. "She is my Mommy," he answered while pointing his finger at me. Valjerome looked in my direction. His eyes have no emotion but you can feel the cold there. With my trembling knees, I tried to walk toward my son. "Who is your father then?" I stopped in my tracks. I tried my best not to fall on my feet. "Papa Chaos," my son stated.

My mom is telling me other things, but I didn’t care about it anymore. 'That girl and the only son of the Inarez are done.' 'That girl and the only son of the Inarez are done.' 'That girl and the only son of the Inarez are done.' 'That girl and the only son of the Inarez are done.' I hear it over and over again as if it were lovely music to my ears. When my mom left, I immediately called Sam to confirm the news to her. Because she knew it was crucial to me. I almost gave her up.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.