Single Mother Romance Novels & Stories

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

Even swallowing was audible. My eyes were fixed on the large flat-screen TV. The movie was about a single mother and the owner of the bank. Her husband divorced her and left her with a three year old little girl. The bank owner loved her but she didn't. Understood she was getting hurt for the second time. "Do you think she should accept him?" I asked Ricardo, he seemed startled. He was probably into the movie as well. "She doesn't like him, why lead him on," Ricardo replied, surprising Alana. It seemed he didn't understand feelings at all.

I've only ever been friendly and most of the relationships I have with the men in my life are that of friendship and the only romantic one I have is with the man who is indirectly rejecting me and it hurts. I think I should start wrapping my head around the fact that I am going to be a single mother and I'm going to raise my baby alone without his/ her father . I don't want to risk anything so if I was to drive to clear my head, and find some sort peace or a feeling that feels like home I would have to do it without anyone noticing.

SCARLETT I, Scarlett Hilary, never imagined betrayal could wear the face of the woman who gave me life. My mother, Maria, once draped in black mourning for my father, now wears a white lace as though grief can be erased with vows spoken too soon. She calls it love. I call it treachery.

I am not interested in that man at all, I just talk with him and pour him a drink, both less nothing more, and he asked for my number it doesn't mean anything to me. "Sorry but I am not interested in what you're trying to say or I am not looking for a partner now, I know my priority and it's my son, and I even told him that I am a single mother, I didn't hide my son," she nods and caresses my hand. "You're great, Mia. I hope that one day, you will find what true happiness is, you deserve to feel happy while taking care of your son." I nod a yes, but deep inside my head, I can't believe that I can find my happiness while raising my son alone.

"I don't care if you're her big brother or her lover. It has nothing to do with me. But right now, neither of you is touching anything in Mom's room!" At those words, the anger in Martin's voice became impossible to suppress. "Stella, so I didn't make it to the hospital on time. What are you yelling about? Can you stop acting like some crazy woman spouting nonsense? There's nothing between us! I only see her as a sister. You're the one who's narrow-minded and paranoid! If you keep making a scene over nothing, I'm going to have to consider divorcing you!" If this had been before, I would have backed down immediately. But now, all I had left was blazing anger and bitter amusement.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

“Amaya is a sweet girl, Fiona. At this little age, she needs all the love she can get. Especially from you, her mother. She's just five years old. You shouldn't bother with the latest skincare to use on her or how to make her look dazzling. Let kids be kids.” Fiona's face grew hard, and she squared her shoulders in a challenge. “Oh, I see. So, now you're going to tell me how to be a mother? You think you know everything because you have one kid? Don't forget, you're a single mom, Janette-” “So are you,” Janette interjected and Fiona gasped. “Being a single mother isn't a crime, Fiona. It's not something to be ashamed of either. It just means that…"

“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.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."