Single Mother Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"You read romance novels?" "Lena. Sweetie. I'm fifty-three, divorced twice, and I have three cats. Of course I read romance novels. They're the only place where men actually say what they feel." She knelt to pick up books, and I knelt to help. "So which one is it? The dark and dangerous one, or the warm and protective one?" "Both?" Margaret snorted. "Honey, you can't have both." "Watch me." The words came out before I could stop them. And as soon as they did, I realized—I meant them. I wasn't going to choose. I wasn't going to let anyone own me. I was going to find my own path, like the Moon Priestess said.

"I'm Jennifer, by the way. My son is in the same class." "Lyra. And that's my daughter, Aria." We ended up having coffee while we waited for pickup time. Jennifer was kind, easy to talk to. She was a single mother too divorced, not abandoned, but still raising her son alone. "It's hard, isn't it?" she said. "Doing it all yourself." "The hardest thing I've ever done." "But also the most rewarding?" I thought about Aria's laugh. Her hugs. The way she said "I love you, mama" every night before bed.

STORY TITLE: NO STRINGS ATTACHED Haunted by the past, can a legend & a single mom find love? Hope you enjoy the story. ************* Alex POV I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. But, something about the little girl was compelling. She was talking to a woman who was clearly her mother. They could have been twins, separated by 20 years and a few hundred dollars' worth of tattoos. The woman was shaking her head and the little girl was looking up at the acoustic guitar.

she remarked, smiling suggestively. Their possibilities glistened on an open road that stretched into the future. Decisions needed to be made and questions needed to be addressed. For the time being, though, they were content to stand as a new family, glowing with a common victory. Once rife with uncertainty, the journey of a single mother has become a monument to the enduring power of friendship, love, and the unwavering spirit of a woman who dared to dream and create her own life.

"Wait! Are you serious? Don't you find the rules are absurd? How about your girlfriend? It looks like the rules want us to live like a family!" "I don't have any girlfriend. It's not bad to live harmony healthy lifestyle." Rosa slaps her forehead. This man is crazy. She has a crazy housemate and a crazy big boss! "Listen here, big buddy. I may sound rude and overthinking. I warned you, I am a single mother with two child. Yes. I abandon another child. Yes. I am a bad mother and a bad wife. So, don't ever pity a single mother like me. And a big NO for romance between us. I clear myself. I am here only to make sure your café will rain with money and only... only want to live peacefully and hap

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In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

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.

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!

“I was ten and I was the one cleaning broken bottles off the kitchen floor. I was ten when she forgot to feed me for three days. I was ten when she accused me of stealing money she’d spent herself on drugs.” Daniel remained silent. “I was ten when the men…” I inhaled shakily. “When the men she brought home would… touch me.” My voice sounded strangely calm. Detached. Like I was talking about someone else’s life. “I stopped being her son long before she stopped being my mother,” I finished. Daniel didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry. I had no idea that she… that all of those things happened.”