Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Single Mothers

“Complicated? Or irresponsible? Did you even know who the father was?” A sharp gasp came from gallery. My uncle muttered something under his breath that sounded like a threat. I lifted my chin. “I know exactly who Gabe’s father is,” I said. “And the circumstances were complicated. That doesn’t make me a bad mother.” Kara opened her mouth again, but I cut her off. “And for the record,” I added, “being a single mother doesn’t make me unfit. Working two jobs doesn’t make me unfit. Caring for my grandmother doesn’t make me unfit. It makes me responsible.”

I watched the life drain from Mom's face and held her, screaming and breaking down in despair. When I first started dating Olivia, Mom emptied her life savings into my hands. She had said, "Tristan, it's been just you and me all this time, and my failing heart has held you back long enough. Let me help you this once." Now, she lay in my arms, barely breathing. Her face was pale as she whispered, "I still want to see you in a suit on your wedding day…" But she never got the chance. All that was left of the poor old lady was an urn of ashes.

she asked, her voice filled with a hint of apprehension. Merrick's response was immediate, his nod accompanied by a reassuring smile. "Sure, Nora, I don't see any fault in being a single mother," he replied sincerely. "In fact, I admire the strength and dedication it takes to care for your kids all on your own. I understand that it hasn't been an easy journey for you." Relief washed over Nora as Merrick's words enveloped her. She had feared that her role as a single mother might be perceived as a burden or an obstacle to their relationship. But Merrick's unwavering support and admiration dissolved her worries, replacing them with a renewed sense of hope.

For her to cross the line of being a single mother, she chose to be alone with her child and focused on her job. It is only now that she felt something special, having goosebumps every time her mobile phone pops up with a message coming from Nathaniel. Might be that she knew Nathaniel when she was a child compared with other men she met before. She had this feeling that men just want single mothers to be their mistresses and Kristina doesn't want to have that reputation, especially for her son's image. Or maybe she only fears having a man at all. She had several suitors before but she discreetly refused one by one. She told them to be friends rather...Friendship lasts and she wants to be wit

She asked. "Good," Roman responded, "just getting used to the fact that I'm going to be married soon." "Already?" She exclaimed, "and in less than a month too! What will you wear?" Roman looked down at his watch and shrugged. "Honestly?" He asked, "I don't know." His mother laughed. "Okay, then." "What about you?" He asked, "are you having any fun being a single mother?" She frowned slightly and shook her head, "No, actually. My friends don't seem to care anymore since I'm always complaining about it to them. But, it's not as if I have much choice anyway."

What was one more little mess to clean up, if it made her happy? Mother had been a single mom for years, so everything came down to me; taking care of me and picking up waitressing shifts at a local bar, cleaning up the house, shopping for groceries, and anything and everything in between. However, my mother rather do all of that by herself than be stuck in a relationship with someone who didn’t care about me. Because of that fear that someone would have loved us, her dating life had been as dry as the desert until she married Daniel Santini, a widowed Italian emigrant in the Philippines. At least I had some of the best company, though.

I could feel sleep building up and there was no way I could cheat nature. ***** "Anna, you're really a funny girl, you look beautiful too. I'm glad that you're no longer at the confinement of the prison." I really loved the sense of humor and aura that Roman had, he was a free spirited individual and he had a great sense of humor. My ribs were already cracked up that I forgot a whole lot of what I was passing through. Roman shared almost the same strength and similarities with me. His mother hated him so much that she tried giving him up for adoption but when it didn't work out, she got married to her secret lover and they both ran away to a little Asian State. I could vividly notice that Ro

my mother asked, her voice sharp, but weary. I looked up, caught. “Di. Eva. Dad. I was just…” “Praying, yes. But prayers don’t heal heartbreak, my dear.” She crossed the room, arms folded. “Are you sure about this? Leaving now, in your condition?” “I’ll be fine, Mum. The baby will be fine.” She frowned, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You talk as if that child will raise itself. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be a single mother? Johnson and I raised you alone, and we nearly lost our sanity doing it.”

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”

She could be here alone… without a man sitting beside her, without the father of her child sitting beside her. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need Adrian Moore. She could do this – alone. There’re a lot of single mothers nowadays. She would be one of them. Yes, come on, Liz. You can do this!