Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

I didn't need anyone to tell me who this was, Alara Winters, Roman’s mother. And the other lady who wanted to bite my head off was Helen Winters, his sister, and what we know as a spoilt nepo baby. Alara walked closer to her son, looking him in the eye, she was trying to see if it was a joke of his or if he was being sincere. “You have to be kidding me, you can't marry her, then what would happen to Lily?” Roman had a smile on his face, slowly turning to look at his mother with one of the nastiest looks I have seen someone have in his life.

“Your mother was a curse to Roman. Almost destroyed him. Her product will be just as poisonous as she was.” The words land like a punch to the chest. But I’m not just going to stand here and let her disrespect my mother and walk away. “My mother was a good woman.” Aunt Martha lets out a dry laugh. “Was she? That woman burned everyone around her—including Roman.” “They loved each other,” I defended, because I knew Roman and my mom had loved each other. Not once had I ever heard them raise their voices at each other. “You’re so naïve. He hated her.”

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

"Looking all lovey-dovey." "Don't you two have studying to do?" "It's summer." Giulia waved off the suggestion. "And this is much more interesting. Uncle Matteo, the Ghost, all soft and romantic." "We didn't think it was possible," Marco chimed in. "Thought you were made of ice." "I'm going to be made of anger if you don't—" "Matteo." The voice cut through my annoyance like a blade. I turned to find Mrs. Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother.

"You ungrateful little monster! You're a curse on this family! How did the Sutherlands ever raise someone like you? "Your mother has sacrificed everything for you! Are you trying to destroy us all before you're satisfied?" I looked at her face, twisted and red with fury, and felt nothing but cold. So this was how they saw it. Mom had been stealing Dad's money to bankroll their entire family, and in their eyes, she was the one making sacrifices. While their curses chased me down the road, I got into the Porsche that had always been mine, turned the engine over, and drove away without looking back.

“Yup.” Rhett nodded too. “Total accident.” Mom sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. Roman looked at her, smirking a little. “They get this from you.” Mom gasped. “Excuse me? They got it from you. You are the troublemaker here.” Roman chuckled. “You are a little troublemaker yourself.” “I am not!” Kai, still typing on his laptop, snorted. “That’s a lie.” Mom glared at him.

she whined, pushing the rag to the floor. "Kathrina?!" I stuck out my tongue and giggled. "You're crazy and egregious." "That's more better than a badmouther bitch like you." "You know I'm right." She rolled her eyes and stood up, folding her arms. "Rylan is a monster and maybe his mom is a pretentious fairy." I opened my mouth to reprimand her for saying thar when her mother emerged and smacked her butt. "Ouch!" Lita shrieked, forcing me to burst out laughing.

Romina pov My heart was beating so fast that I felt like mom might collapse if I didn't shift from her. "What happened Romina?"mom utterd as she stroke my hair. Why is life so cruel to me and my family. "Mom,am I not beautiful?"I asked crying more. "Sss! baby you are beautiful and a special lady don't ever think like that okay"mom replied still stroking my hair. I can't believe Carlos cheated on me. Oh God!why me.

What kind of mother would want to look at her son if he laughed while she was being violated? But… What if Romano was lying? A part of me knew he wasn’t. His emotions were too raw, his words cut too deep. And even though he was being an asshole, I could see it… the hurt in his eyes when he spoke about their mother. It made me think of my mother. I never met her, but Aunty Linda told me a lot about her. So I related a lot with Romano, his family was forcefully taken from him, so much rage.

" I listened to her complaints quietly while scoffing in my heart. Last week? Just last week, Dad had bought her a gold chain necklace, and she'd even proudly shown it off to her bridge club members when she saw them. She'd flaunted, saying that she'd bought the necklace with her own private stash of cash. "And yesterday, too!" Mom continued, sniffling harder. "I just asked him for some buffalo wings, and he threw his fork at me, yelling at me for wasting money on food!" But Dad had been away on a business trip yesterday and only came home at the crack of dawn. I reached out and lightly patted Mom on the back. "Mom, you're going to get sick if you keep crying like this," I said. Mom then gra