Single Mother Romance Novels & Stories

His mother was the mistress of his father—Bernard Thorne—and the only woman who had ever managed to keep the man on a leash. She stood across from him now, her arms folded, her eyes glassy. “I want a grandchild before I get any older,” she said, breaking the silence with that unapologetic tone. “Can’t you see the wrinkles on my forehead?” His mouth twitched into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Mom. You’re not getting old. You don’t look a day over sixteen.” She arched a brow. “Be serious, Roman.” “I am serious.” He leaned back, swirling the liquor in his glass. “And you don’t need to worry. You’ll get your grandchild soon.”

My mother leans back dramatically. “That settles it. Honeymoon.” She adds. I chuckle once out of pure disbelief. “That makes absolutely no sense.” I say. “It makes perfect sense.” Mom says. “No it doesn’t.” “You need romance.” “We need peace.” I say. “Exactly,” she says triumphantly. “And peace comes from romance.” “That sounds fake.” “It sounds correct.” I rub my jaw slowly while exhaustion creeps deeper into my body. Last night already drained me. Now this. My mother suddenly grabs her phone.

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

“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.”

I hit him with an open hand. Ethan wanted to stop me, and I immediately slapped him too. One for the son and one for the father. "Sofia, I know you hate me. I've caused you to suffer all these years. Can we not get a divorce? I can't live without you." I couldn't help but find all of this amusing. "It's all you. It's all because of you, you coward! If you have been a little stronger, if you trust us a little more, then Cara wouldn't be kidnapped!"

he trailed. Ramina sighed. She leaned back in her chair and sadly looked at her daughter from a distance. "I don't know who's the father of my daughter . . . That's why it always breaks me every time that she'd look for one. As you can see, I'm a single mother. And it was tough as hell." She chuckled to cover up her emotions. Percy's lips disconnected a bit. "Sorry for asking." Ramina chuckled as she looked at her boss. "Did you just apologize? Do you know how to do that? Wow."

“Hey, thank you for doing this every day.” A smile lights up his face. “Of course, it’s my pleasure.” “Listen, I appreciate it,” I begin, “but I would like it better if we take things slow. You know that I am a single mom and I have been burned by love before, and you have been divorced. I want to do this correctly. I want things to be as sure as they can be.”

“Not Leonardo. Not the messenger. They’d think the new man is their father.” I stared at her, lips pressed tight. “Okay,” I muttered. “Maybe you’re right. But what sane man wants a woman with two newborns?” I chuckled bitterly. “I’ve given up on love. Family. Marriage. Who would marry me?” “Well,” Stella said with a grin, “there Is this app for single mothers. It’s called Momkind. Men there are actually looking for moms. So, you don’t have to hide your babies.” “Momkind?” I laughed. “That sounds so fake.”

I can see the courtyard with the large stone pillars, trailing vines and the sun rising above the large garden. There is Killian standing at the center of it, dressed up in his usual black, giving off the look of pure power. His arm is wrapped loosely around my mother's waist. She leans into him, laughing softly at something he says, her head resting against his shoulder as if it belongs there. I focus and strain to hear. "It will be beautiful," my mother says. "Everything that you do is beautiful, Darling," Killian whispers back. I can't help but I have to look at him, I keep looking at him no matter how much I try not to. I do try not to, but the bond drags my gaze back to him, over and ov

"Is that all the fire you have? Small, flickering embers? I didn't pull you out of that basement to watch you stay a victim in a more expensive dress." "They’re my family—or they were," I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. "They were your captors," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "He sold you like livestock to cover a gambling debt. She treated you like the dirt beneath her heels while you cooked the very meals that kept her alive. And you want them to just... be poor? To have a roof and a second chance? Did I waste my time on a woman who has no teeth? Tell me, Veronica. When you closed your eyes in that basement, did you dream of them being poor, or did you dream o