Roman Too Lit Mother Novels & Stories

"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!

' he said to himself. "Who is this colourful lady and how dare she glare at my son? " Ritha and Justus glare took a three sixty degree turn and directed towards a woman's voice. Before anyone could say anything Justus replied , "aunt Octavia she is my mother like you are Romeo's mother. Now she will clean my wounds ." Rithambara's heart swelled with love for this boy. She vowed to never let this boy feel void of mother's love. Her reverie was broken by a very annoying laugh . Octavia said, "your mother! Nobody can be your mother . Your mother is dea.. "

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.

She froze at the sight of Matteo with Rose. "Where were you?" Letty demanded. "At the funeral of Romilda's mother," Matteo answered, glancing at Rose. Rose lowered her head and tried to walk past, but Letty grabbed her arm. "Your mother?" Letty’s eyes widened. "Since when did you have a mother, Romilda?" Matteo quickly pulled Letty’s hand away. “Stop it, Letty. Romilda is grieving.” “I was only asking! Don’t defend her so much!” Letty snapped. "She once told me her mother abandoned her. And now this? What a joke.”

Rome's gaze swayed towards Blake and sweat dripped down Blake’s forehead as he stared back at him. “I don't like people lying to me. When they do, I get mad, and you don't want me to get mad, right, Blake?” Rome firmly said, slamming his fist into his palm. “No! I will confess. I will do whatever you want me to do. Please don't hurt my mother! She is sick.” Blake said, dropping to the ground on both knees with tears in his eyes. When Rome gazed back at Mr. Orlando, he slightly nodded his head and said, “Yes, young master. His mother suffered from kidney failure.”

Everything had started to signify that he was no longer with us, but I found it difficult to believe. “He will die for this,” Mom growled, her eyes flashing bright green. She cast a motherly look at Roman, running her hand over his face once more before rising to be her feet. Again, the draft of wind pushing through the heated hall blew her dress softly. With the ice in her eyes, I feared for those unfortunate to be on her bad side. Right then, I could see the valiant Luna that people had always praised, even in her absence.

Closer. The mansion walls shook faintly from movement downstairs. Still Roman did not answer. Ariana’s voice rose. “Who is alive?” Roman finally looked at her. And what he said changed the air inside the room forever. “Your mother.” The word hit harder than impact. Ariana’s body went still. “No.” Her answer came instantly. A refusal. A rejection. A defense against madness itself. “No, my mother died.” Roman did not blink. “That is what you were made to believe.”

"I'm fine, Amber. Thank you for coming to visit. How's your mother?" Amber held back her saliva when she was about to answer, her face immediately turned red when she heard her mother's name called. "I'm fine. Mother conveyed her apologies to you. She shouldn't have done that," replied Amber. But there weren't any fools in the room who would think that what Amber said was true. "I hope your mother can be more polite next time," said Romeo in a cold voice that was able to freeze the bodies of anyone in the room. Like being hit by a knife, Amber's heart was cut when Romeo said that. "Forgive my mother, my mother was only very enthusiastic when she found out that her daughter was going to cook,

I sat with that. It didn’t make me feel better about Romano. Nothing was going to make me feel better about Romano. But it added one more complicated layer to a man I was learning had been constructed almost entirely out of complicated layers, none of which redeemed the others, all of which were apparently true at the same time. “What happens now,” my mother said. “Legally.”

“Anna, has lying become a habit for you now? That’s sea bass. There are no bones in it.” I stood there frozen. The feeling of something being stuck in my throat was getting worse. I could not be wrong. “I specifically told your mom to buy this fish for dinner. There’s no way it has bones.” A flash of guilt flickered in Mom’s eyes. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing. At this point, the truth was obvious to me.