Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

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.

Makes you treasure every sound, even the ones that used to irritate you. Alyssa suddenly gasps and covers her mouth dramatically. “Oh my God, you and Roman had a fight?” I gave her a look. “Shut up.” Lizzie snorts. “Impossible. That man worships the ground you walk on. He broke a guy’s arm for saying something he didn’t like about you. If that’s not devotion, I don’t know what is.” Mom’s expression shifts—subtle, but noticeable. Her eyes flick toward the door, then back to me. She’s probably just realizing Roman didn’t come with me like she’d asked.

After the stomach-pumping procedure, the doctor had me wheeled out of the theater. However, he'd only just left before Mom immediately pounced on me like a vulture. "Viv… I know that you're in pain," she said. Tears were plopping down her face like they were coming from a leaky water faucet. They looked very real. "It's all our fault… As your mom and dad, we should have taken better care of you…" Dad stood next to her, and his face was ashen.

Mom was a notorious madwoman at the card table. Her favorite pastime was going off the rails whenever she got worked up while gambling. During our family dinner, Mom's older sister, Tiffany Walker, praised me for being diligent and well-behaved. She said that I was bound to have a promising future now that I'd gotten into a top-tier university. Mom immediately slammed the table and snapped back, "What are you talking about, Mel? A young man like Frank who'd studied STEM still couldn't get into Horvard University. He's practically a failure!

Forgetting the final cleaning they both sat on the floor across the counter and started reading the letter. When they were done with it, they both were quiet for some time. “Belly pain? Is she having periods?” he scrunched his nose but straightened his face when she hit him on his shoulders. “No, silly. She is talking about the Luna.” Emma had again started reading the letter. “Assina. She is the Luna.” Emma rolled her eyes, “She is talking about Romeo’s mom. Our Pack’s ex-Luna!” David nodded his head in understanding. “So what’s the deal with Romeo’s mom?”

"It's fine, honey. It's normal for an outstanding man like you to have a few close female friends." There was an unhappy look in my father's eyes. Brenda quickly added, "Do you know what the most horrible thing is, honey? This slut called Rina a blind wretch! I'm about to become Rina's mother. It pains me to hear her being called something like that." "What?! How can she say that about Rina?!" My father's expression turned dark at the mention of my name. He even glared viciously at the statue like he wanted to tear it apart. "She had it too easy!

Karla froze on the spot. I grabbed Mom by the arm and tried to pull her out of the room. "Mom, stop spouting nonsense. Just go, okay? I want to have a private chat with Karla." Mom shook off my hand and shot me a glare. "What's your problem? I'm just telling the truth. Besides, I'm sure Karla isn't that petty."

He stared at it for a long time until Mom returned. They were already divorced. Dad hated her, and she knew she was in the wrong. But when it came to me, she could not stay away. Dad closed his eyes and let her sit in silence. She was touching my photo when they heard children shouting and laughing outside. Someone was throwing rocks at the window. Crash! Glass shattered everywhere. Dad shielded my urn so glass shards would not hit it. Mom rushed outside to see who was causing trouble. I drifted beside her.

From now on, I wouldn't be able to protect Maple anymore. "Kids need to be controlled and disciplined. I can easily tell you're the soft type," Mama Bully spat out. "You're so right. Your son looks like an angel, while all Willow knows is to give me trouble," Mom said with visible disdain. "It's getting harder to handle her nowadays. She lies, attacks, and steals like a little criminal!" Why did Mom say that about me? I was never like that. Tears brimmed in my eyes. I clenched my hands into fists, forcing those tears from rolling down.