Son Impregnates Mother Stories Novels & Stories

“Arthur thinks wealth is a fortress. He doesn't get that a fortress is a prison with a nicer view. I want Hannah to know the smell of rain on soil, not the smell of air conditioning, in a penthouse.” The words on the page started to blur as a sensation rose behind my eyes. I held the edges of the journal the leather feeling cool and old against my palms. It was like I was holding something that belonged to a ghost. For twenty-five years my mother had been a story that my fathers team had controlled. They made her sound like a person who died too soon.. The woman who wrote in these pages did not sound like that. She sounded like someone who was trapped and finally found a way

Mom slowly sank to the floor, tears flowing silently. Disturbed by the noise, Andrew opened his bedroom door, a trace of annoyance in his voice. "Mom, can you keep it down? I'm in the middle of a game." As if finding an anchor, Mom scrambled up and grabbed Andrew's hand, weeping. "Andy, your father has had another woman on the side all these years. You have to stand up for me!" Andrew shrank back, pulling his hand away. "I think Dad has a point. As long as you pretend not to know anything, we can still live peacefully as a family."

She smiled sadly, “I believed it for so long that when I was 9 I actually told it to my classmates. It was only when they laughed that I realised the story was a fable, and worse, my mother was possibly mad. I asked her that day, angrier than I ever had been at her, and in tears she told me the truth; that she had drugged and raped a man who was out drinking with his colleagues, that she wanted some story so bad she gave herself one in the form of a child a stranger will never know.” I feel sick to my stomach, more sick than I did when I was pressed against Jaxon. My father was assaulted, and Riley was the result. “Its not possible,” I say, shaking my head, not wanting to know anymore. “When

I affect the perfect posture Mother drilled into me and maneuver a delicate spoonful of a thick, seafood-studded broth into my mouth before slouching back down. “Oh, I have it. I just have more important things to do.” “Breeding makes the world spin,” she snaps. “Without it, we would all be rogues.” “Now you really sound like my mother.” “Your mother was a smart woman,” Kaloni replies. “Smart enough to see the writing on the wall before anyone else here.”

Shocked, I gasp, my horror mirroring the profound pain etched across her face. It does explain a lot. I vividly recall my mother’s words, the sound of her voice as she spoke about the mate bond. I can still feel the warmth of her hand on my shoulder, comforting me with the knowledge that if my mate were to betray me, I would sense it through the bond. The scent of her perfume filled the air, adding a touch of familiarity to the tale she wove. Until now, I had dismissed it as a mere story, a gentle reminder to honour and cherish the bond we shared. The idea of inflicting such pain upon my mate never crossed my mind. I held onto the belief that, if faced with such a situation, I would have the

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

Pacing, she walked to and from the edge of the forest to stand in front of me. "Adam stole potions, strengthening him. That's why he won that day! Adam told the elders he would tell the entire tribe what they had done to me and your stepfather, and the worst part was, the tribe would believe Adam. You know he is a sociopath! He acts diplomatic, doing tasks for the sake of the tribe, but they are all lies!" Mother took a rock from the ground throwing it into the pond.

"As I said earlier, it must be business related topics. There is nothing you should worry about it. My son is afraid of telling me lies, I guarantee you that. He is afraid of being punished and he loves becoming the new Alpha of the pack so rest assured that he is not going to betray you. As per the Moon Goddess, she cannot be trusted with her words. I have known her as she always twisted the stories so if I were you, I would not believe a word she would say." I grinned, "Don't worry, I am not stupid enough to believe in her fucking lies as well. For as far as I know, she never liked me for Matthew from the very beginning. She prefers having Rhea instead of me... that damn dead witch is not

And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t