Romance Novels About Single Mothers の小説・ストーリー

Anthony called out to me and I turned around. “Yes?” I answered. “Please come back with a positive response. I need to save my family's bloodline.” I said nothing and left the office. Once I shut the door, I placed my hand on my thumping chest and closed my eyes. Π•Π As soon as I got home, I dumped my bag and went straight to the living room where Regina was watching TV. She turned her head to look at me as I sat beside her. “How was work?” “Started work as a single woman and it seems as if I'll be ending it as a married one.”

“We already know the pattern...how it always works. I know you’re probably tired of it… the poor life you and your mother lived in that wooden room somewhere down south.” “I won’t let you speak about my mother like that, Mrs Clara Moretti. Put some respect on her name,” Bianca snapped, her voice shaking with emotion.“My mother deserves all the grace in the world. She raised me as a single parent and gave me everything money could never buy. She was my father and my mother.” Her eyes burned with tears as her chest rose and fell, her heart pounding at the mention of the woman she would always be grateful to.

she said, her eyes widening further with every scenario she came up with. "Oh my, oh my, this is giving me such dark romance vibes; I am getting goosebumps," Victoria squealed, and we both stared at her. She raised her arms. "What! It's true. As a single mother working hard to keep her family alive, the only escape I get is reading romance novels, so forgive me if I am a bit excited that something similar to what I've been reading is finally manifesting" Karen shook her head. "I don't want it to manifest. Enoch is who I like. I don't want anything to stand between me and him"

Lisbeth rushed to the hospital, colliding with Sebastian York in the hallway. She finally voiced the question that had been weighing on her mind, "With your status, women would be lining up to marry you. Why choose me?" Her face was disfigured, her career had plummeted, and she was a divorced mother. Lisbeth wasn't insecure about these things, but as Leopold had pointed out—in everyone's eyes, her mother and Dennis were burdens, bottomless pits that could never be filled.

"Honey when I say I hate men, my swords are only pointed towards my ex-husband,'' She told me. I closed my eyes as she put the tip of the eye brush on my eyelid. "And I am dating because I also have needs. Every woman has, isn't it?'' She poked on my shoulder. I shook my head sideways murmuring NO. She laughed. My family has a magical ability to change every need into matrimony. Feeling alone? Get married. Feeling sad? Get married. Want to go for a world tour? Get married. The phone is not working, get married. In their eyes, being a single mother is a crime. "It's fun we can get until we hit menopause, at this age I don't think I will get a man to settle down" She huffed.

And she married into the most wealth, too. And Sora? From freshman year, all she had wanted was to get married. She had been dead set on finding a husband. Yet here she was, in her late twenties, officially on the downhill slope of youth, and she was still entirely, hopelessly alone. Behind the grand play of life, there had to be a cynical, eccentric scriptwriter pulling the strings, forever making sure you could never predict the next move.

April read out loud. It was a poem written by her daughter ages ago. April's heart clenched as her eyes scanned the note to read the lines penned by her daughter. My mother is... I'm sure I've heard it all. My mother is strong. She broke the stereotype of being a single mother. My mother is resilient. She raised me alone and did one hell of a job. I have medals and enough straight As to attest to that. My mother is smart. I have never had to worry about money.

"I never loved Harry. I only liked him. He was a perfect guy for me. He gave me the care I always craved for. He took my tantrums with patience and I knew he was the perfect husband I would ask for but after your accusation, he lost everything. His reputation, studies, business everything went into ruins. He needed me I knew but I was helpless." Rose stared at her as she paused gulping down. "My mother is a single mother. I have never seen my father nor do I know who he was. From the day I was born I only heard about her pushing me to be with a rich man. She always urged me to fulfill her wishes by marrying a rich man. In all these, I never got her care, love, or even the slightest concern.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]