Rhea Sweet Mom Novels & Stories

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

"Oh, you're back, Rina." Mom, whose face had been twisted with anger a second ago, instantly broke into a smile. She hurried over and took the huge bag of snacks from Sabrina. "Looks like you bought yourself something good to eat. That's my girl. You know how to enjoy yourself." Sabrina's gaze casually swept past my puffy, tear-streaked face, completely unmoved. "Oh, Regina's home, too." She then turned to Mom. "Mom, look what I got you."

And my mother, Diane Sutherland, was their hero—the brave soldier who endured a supposedly terrible husband so she could funnel the Reeves fortune straight into the Sutherland family's pockets. I stared at the bank records until my heart felt like it had been locked inside a freezer. Then I dragged the file to the trash and deleted it permanently. The next day happened to be the 16th. Mom's call came right on schedule. "Sawyer, you got the money, right? Be careful with it. Don't waste it on anything you don't need." "Got it, Mom." I kept my voice tight and full of gratitude. "I'm sorry you had to go beg him again because of me. I really am."

"Do you know me?" "Of course! You are Katniss Johnson, the model I admire the most. When I grow up, I want to be like you," Rhea said while looking up with sparkling eyes. "Would you like to take a picture with me?" With a friendly curl of her lips, Katniss nodded before turning to the woman who was slightly older than her. "You are lucky to have such a sweet daughter, Madam." Not expecting to get a warm sentence, the woman who was holding her daughter's hand, laughed lightly.

me : no but you weird one so you should stay single not stay you will be single forever rio : mom look at her me : she always look at me because I'm her baby doll rio : argh self obsessed girl me : ofcourse because I'm pretty rio : yeah, yeah you got that beauty inherited from mom if not you will be like a monkey me : a weird bird speaking about monkey are you cross hybrid rio : not like you me : blah blah blah mom : it's enough both of you stop fighting rio : mom she is the one who started mom : she is your big sis rio : oh common mom me : fine weirdo I'm going for freshup to go to college mom : come soon for breakfast will be ready me : okay mom . . after freshup I came down my frnds alrea

become a legend, a miracle of the culinary world. And to create a successful Home Sweet Home like today, more or less, Macken had to rely on his own strength and his daughter with his natural talent - Katherine Manson. Perhaps the blood of passion for food has been deeply ingrained in the Manson family - a family with a cultural tradition associated with the kitchen and of course when staying long enough in a stuffy space filled with spices, the personality of they are not gentle at all. First of all, Macken's face is as deep as a steak that is overheated. Although he rarely shouted, he rarely got angry with others, but no one dared to approach him, especially when he went to the kitchen to

Chapter 62: What it Takes to be a Mommy Kathleen’s P.O.V As the awkward silence continued, I moved my gaze away from Arthur, and turned back to Hayley, hoping that I could talk some sense into her, but what she said next nearly broke my heart. "Aren't you going to say something, Miss Kathleen? I want to stop calling you Miss Kathleen, it just doesn't feel right. I want to call you Mommy."

The old lady beside mom said as she grabbed my cheeks and squeezed it enough I have to rub that particular side to be able to feel my cheeks. "Yeah! She's now a woman". Mom gave me a proud look... I grinned when she said that, and whenever she goes all proud Mom on me, I usually allow her to do her thing.. No one should ever interrupt mom when she glorifies herself as a good parents.. "Nice! I hear she attends Riverdale high". Aunty Mariam came with her daughter.. They both ogled at mom like she wasn't a good mother.. "Yes! She attends Riverdale " mom boldness increases.

There is only a truly happiness. Yeah, she's to be just the way she is. When the afternoon comes, all the tiredness is apart from Lucrecia's shoulders. When she picks up her son from her parent's house. "Mommy!" Xavier shouts releasing himself from his grandma's arms and move for hugging his Mom, Lucrecia. "Ouh... My little hero, are you ready to back home?" Lucrecia asks excitedly to her son. "Hum, but later, we'll buy grilled sausages, okay?" She nods off at once for her son's request.

"Do you want breakfast in the bedroom or downstairs?" It took her a moment to realize that she was at George's place. She got up slowly. "I'll go downstairs." After a quick wash-up, Rhea dawdled her way to the dining room and finally took a seat. George asked, "Still not sober?" Rhea covered her face. "Yeah. Some things are fuzzy. But I remember dreaming about my mom." "What did you dream about Mrs. Ravelle?" George asked. "My mom seems to have put on some weight," Rhea said, picking up her spoon to eat her oatmeal. "Her waist has gotten much thicker."