Novel & Cerita Short Story For Mother

my mom came in and asked. -Hi son, how was work? Are you enjoying teaching?... I said yes, but she noticed I was different and asked if something happened, I said no, she asked again, then I saw it wouldn't do to hide from her, I said I had met a girl very pretty in fact she is really beautiful without flaw but I can't get close to her. my mother asked me why I replied that she is a very precious jewel that cannot be touched by anyone. -son if you're liking her fight for her no matter what's going to happen, fight for this feeling that's being born inside you..., but I said I couldn't fight, because if I fail, why will even she? told to forget about her because of her age.

He poured two shots of whiskey into a glass, then hesitated and poured a second. He held one out to me. I took it. Our fingers brushed. Again. We both pretended not to notice. I sank onto the edge of the sectional. He stayed standing, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below. After a long swallow, he spoke. “Tell me what you remember about your mother.” I stared into the golden liquid. “Not much. She used to sing to me at night. Old folk songs. She smelled like lavender and chalk dust. She taught second grade.” My throat tightened. “She used to say that everyone has a story worth telling, even if no one listens.”

She'd probably put two and two together and figure out that I'd been fantasizing about her while jerking myself off. And to think that we lived in the same household too, which meant I'd still be seeing her around every day for the rest of my life. How was I supposed to face her again after such an awkward, embarrassing thing? She probably thought that I was some lowlife pervert who fantasized about sleeping with his own mother-in-law now! I bent down to pull my pants up in a hurry to cover my dark, bulging length. My face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and I lowered my head as I mumbled, "I'm… I'm sorry, Mom… You won't hate me for this, will you?"

Angela's tears rolled down her cheeks. "Only Mother. Every time I was punished and locked up there, Mother would always sit in front of the door and tell stories. He told me a story that was so beautiful that it lessened my fear. I didn't feel so scared after my mother told me. Mother had to sleep in front of the door just to accompany me," he sobbed. "Virendra is really the most cruel and heartless man. He also often tortured my mother. Every time we requested assistance from the family lawyer and the company, it turned out that Virendra had instigated them and claimed that my mother was ill. He was mentally disturbed because he lost his grandfather. He even locked Mother in the cellar."

“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.”

You have to be strong for your mum," she muttered amidst tears. "Okay . Aunt.." he replied and wiped away the tears from his eyes. They both composed themselves well and went into the house. Lian met his mother in the living room having a glass of juice. "Mum...?" he called with a distressful look "Son...., what's wrong." she queried anxiously as she stood from her seat to meet her son. "Mum..., we lost Clifford." "What?!" she exclaimed, stunned. *********** KATE'S HOUSE It's 8 pm now,

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

I'd come to prevent one. "The Mother is real," I told them, watching their faces carefully. "And she's gathering an army to open the gate to The First Ones." A heavy silence fell over the room. Even Reina stopped staring at me. "Those are just stories," Alpha Damon said, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. "I wish they were." I pulled a worn leather journal from my bag and put it on the table. "This belonged to my grandma. She fought The Mother sixty years ago and barely survived."

I had no idea that it was a real one and it was about him, Matthew Moore, The Cursed Alpha King! I dipped the towel into the water, wrung it while a series of how my mother narrated his life traced like a flashback in my mind... I was four then! "Mommy, tell me again the story of the lonely Alpha Prince!" I asked her with my beaming eyes and sweet smile while lying on my bed. She was locking the windows in my room at that time. When she heard me, she turned around while sliding the light pink curtain with her hand. My mother ambled to my bed and lay down beside me while brushing my hair with her fingers.

I know that sounds a bit childish but after the day I had yesterday I thought I deserved that few seconds of release. I started to wonder last night before bed if the Moon Goddess was punishing me for something I did, but I thought long and hard and couldn’t come up with one thing that would cause her to punish me. I also tried to remember all the stories my mother had told me about the white wolves when I was a child. The stories my mother would tell me seemed more like a fairy tale bedtime story nothing that was a real-life story.