Rias Mom Novels & Stories

“And you must be—” “I’m her stepmother,” Ericka cut in. “Ohhh,” Margarette said, eyes widening. “So you’re the so-called witch—I mean, stepmom—of my bestie. You actually look nice, though. Nice to meet you!” She even leaned in for a polite cheek kiss. I chose to ignore the comment. “That food’s for Ericka, right? It looks amazing. Can I have some—” “Margarette!” Ericka snapped. “What? I just want to try Tita’s cooking.”

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

The woman she had always longed and wanted to see. She saw a scar on her mom's wrist. When she was a child, her father beat her. In order to protect her, her mom got this scar. It was very deep, so it was still there. She remembered it vividly as if it had happened yesterday. How could she ever forget what's this woman had done to her? " If you don't accept it, Mom will be angry." She said softly and smiled again while Selena took the card into her hands fully and frowned slightly.

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.

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

Sabi ni Kuya kay Mom. Mom is 8 months pregnant as of this Moment. Malaki na masyado ang tiyan nito at alam namin lahat na bawal ma-stress ang buntis pero wala kaming magagawa. Daniel become so aggressive and violent this past days and months, nasasaktan din niya ako physical minsan pati si Mom.

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.

While I was conversing with them, Dad eventually excused himself to take a comfort room. Or maybe, he cannot stand being with me in the same circle? Don’t worry, Dad. The feelings are mutual. “Son, would you mind if you introduced me to your associates?” my mom said, going beside me and circling her arm around me. “Oh, this is my mom. She’s Margarita Montero, the beautiful wife of Chairman Karlos Montero.” “Right, you are elegant, madame. Your dress is spectacular,” one of the ladies said.