Roman Too Lit Mother Novels & Stories

" I didn't know she just stood there watching me until I heard her say, I have the prettiest woman in the world as my mother. Doesn't that feel great?" I laughed then nudged her aside. "Very funny. Come on. We have to round up on time. Remember we still have to grab that ice cream with Roman later." I said as I made my way towards Roman's table. "Ugh, okay mama!" She said and dashed off to check on the chefs in the kitchen. "Be right back!" I took my seat opposite Roman and shifted my chair closer to his table. "How's he?" "Thanks to your dad, he's not gotten himself killed. At least, not yet." He replied me, not taking his gaze off his food. "But I don't--I don't understand. Why won't he mo

I converse with the ghost and she seems to really care about every question she asks. I’m not surprised when she asks me about the Alpha, and when she sees the knowledge gleaming in my eyes, she basically chuckles and stands, a charismatic and wide smile on her face. She’s Roman’s mother. “Nice to meet you too, Luna Scarlett.” I’m rooted to the spot because though I know of this, I don't know how to process it. Roman’s mother cocks an eyebrow up at me and my eyes drift to her outfit. It’s a deep green mixed with blue.

I don't care that my clothes are see-through or that mascara is running down my face. I duck beneath a flimsy bus stop bench, dropping down, hugging the bag to my chest. I bury my face in my arms and cry like a wounded animal, the sound stolen by the storm. They say heartbreak stings. This feels like being burned alive. And I realize, through the haze of tears, what my mother said: Roman doesn't care. He's just a prop in her life. But what if he wasn't? Headlights pierce the rain. A low, powerful engine hums, pulling up beside the curb with unnerving control. A sleek, black sedan.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

"Roman, I can't shake off the feeling of sorrow since Emily's mother's death. It's truly shaken me. Who could do something so terrible?" Roman's gaze shifted to Elliot, understanding and empathy etched into his expression. "I know, Elliot. Emily has been tirelessly searching for answers. She's determined to find the truth." Elliot's eyes met mine, a flicker of concern passing between us. As Roman spoke, I could see the weight of Emily's mother's tragedy in his eyes. We were all connected in this quest, united by a shared purpose – to uncover the darkness that had stolen a life and to bring justice to those who had caused such pain.

"This is why we don't get along, Mom – because you keep letting Ettore Knight use you. All these years you've stayed with him, despite all the horrible things he's done. You deserve better than that monster." Roman couldn't control himself anymore. Lucia kept quiet, shaken by Roman's words; it seemed like his words had affected her. "Roman, calm down," Serafina cautioned him. Roman took a deep breath and stood up, moving towards Lucia. "I know in the past few years, I've treated you badly, Mom. And it's not because I hate you; it's because I hate Ettore and I hate seeing him use you." He sounded much more calm, and Lucia, who was now teary-eyed, took hold of his large hands.

She doesn't see what I do, this is her Mama, she has loved her, nurtured her, to her she is not just the woman that birthed her. Mother rolls her eyes, patting Romeo on the back. “Notizia tragica se lo chiedi a me, abbassa la voce, sto cercando di far addormentare mio nipote.” (Tragic news if you ask me, keep it down, I am trying to put my grandchild to sleep.) “Tragica?” (Tragic?) Sofia frowns, her turning to me and I nod without staring back, I am not turning my back around this woman, not when I have something to lose.

As I approached my mother's cell, I could make out her figure in the dim light. She looked... smaller somehow. Frailer. Her once immaculate appearance was now disheveled, her hair hanging limply around her face. For a moment, I felt a pang of pity. Then I remembered why she was here, and my heart hardened. "Mother," I said, my voice echoing in the silence. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. There was no warmth there, no maternal affection. Just a cold, calculating gaze that sent a chill down my spine. "Roman," she replied, her voice hoarse from disuse. "I almost thought you'd let me rot in here?"

Roman only nodded. "Daddy, what is bitch?" This was Christopher. Roman's eyes widened. "Where did you get that from, Christopher?" A disapproving frown was now on Romab's face. Christopher giggled and pointed at his mother. "Mummy called aunty Rose a bitch." Roman shot a glare at Eva. He gentle moved the twins and angrily charged at Eva. Saying such a word in front of five year olds protrayed how incompetent she is as a mother. The kids were doing just fine in his custody and he wasn't going to let her take them.

I replied, clenching my hands into fists as I tried not to show how affected I was by her harsh words. “I never gave birth to a useless daughter like you!” She yelled but Romeo held her back. “You'd better find a way to fix what you've destroyed. I don't care how but it's all your responsibility. Mess it up and I'll kill you myself.” “Mom, please calm down.” Romeo coaxed her as he turned to me with a mocking smile. “If she can't fix it, she'll have no choice but to use her body to feed the family. I'm sure she'd love that, she flirts with every man she sees anyway.”