Son Knocks Up Mother Novels & Stories

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

He burst in, taking in the scene. Instead of rushing to his injured son, he pulled me off Sarah with a snarl. "What the hell are you doing?" His eyes glowed with anger - at me, not at the one who'd hurt his son. I fought against his grip. "She poured boiling water on Noah! Look what she did to him!" Marcus glanced dismissively at our sobbing son, his face twisting with disgust. "He's just an Omega. No self-healing ability. Otherwise this would be nothing."

Everyone watches him like he’s a saint. If only they know the monster he is. “Odion, you son of a bitch!” My mother screams. The room goes silent and every head turns. Whispers ripple as she marches forward, rage blazing, with me trailing behind her. Odion frowns. “Susan, what the hell—” Her fist crashes into his face, stealing the words from his mouth. Gasps explode around us. Even I stop cold to my feet, breathe pausing and eyes widening in shock.

After saying this, Rock turned as he stormed away without even sparing his mother a single glance. "Are you okay?" Katherine turned to look at Selena, who was almost in tears and asked. "Do I look fine to you?" she snorted, slumping down on the sofa before looking up at Katherine. Katherine felt a pang in her chest as she saw the tears in the woman's eyes. She rushed over to her and pulled her into her arms. "Please, don't cry. Everything will be fine," she tried to console the woman as she patted her back. She'd underestimated the rift between the mother and son as she hadn't expected it to be this huge.

But I am too late. PUNCH Joseph drops like a sack of shit. Completely knocked out unconscious on the kitchen floor. Mary ~“Kenton.” Kenton ~“A shit like him has no place dating a woman like mom.” Trayton ~“Fuck Kenton you knocked him out.” Kenton ~“That was the whole fucking plan. I don't want the asshole near our mom.” Mary ~“Baby he won't be near your mom anymore.” Trayton ~“What are you talking about mom?”

Standing still and watching her mother stand tall and proud before the man who entered with a gun in hand. "Ever heard of knocking?" Rhea inquired with a raised eyebrow. "Why need I knock when I plan to kill you?" Jayson spoke with a grin and held up the gun to her chest, looking at her with amusement as she stared down the barrel. "Aren't you scared?" "Of you?" Her mother couldn't help but scoff. "My son-in-law's dog is scarier than you," "Of death," "Death and I are old friends, child. I don't fear him."

"Sonnet, let's talk about it. Mom said something wrong just now. I’ve self-reflected, your brother hurt you first. He is an *sshole. You should be angry with him, as it should be!" Sonnet raised her eyebrows and looked at her. One must say that Martha was much more flexible than Jessie. Seeing that the previous method did not work, she immediately apologized. Martha held Sonnet's hand and looked at her neck pretending to be distressed. "Is your neck okay?" "I am not dead." Sonnet replied coldly, pulling her own hand out of hers. For the sake of her son, she finally pretended to care about her. Funny, this was the first time that her own mother expressed such words of concern to herself.

“Sonny, I said breathlessly,’ We have been so worried…’ She cut me short by pushing me out of the way. She smelt of some exotic perfume and I saw that her pupils were like pinpoints when she took off her shades. Mamma came out of the kitchen. “Young lady, this is your house but I will not tolerate you coming and going when you please,’ cried Mamma, the battle light in her eyes. Sondra spun on her. “You don’t need to, mother dear .’ she spat. “I'm leaving. I just came to get my things.’ Mamma seemed to sag and I rushed to her, holding her in my arms, ‘Sonny, I whispered,’ What are you saying?’

Nate replied. “What the hell does that mean?” Victor asked sharply, his voice climbing. Nate didn’t stall. “She’s Sonia’s mother.” “What?!” I screamed, and this time, my voice cracked as the air got sucked out of my lungs. Victor echoed me, louder. “What the actual f… Nate, what the fuck are you saying?!”

She blamed her son for her mate's death; that much was clear to Kane and me. "Ma." Kane called from the floor, but she shook her head and stepped away, turning her back on Knox, his eyes luckily still locked on his mother; I could sense his heart breaking in his chest and knew Kane would be feeling that too. I felt Kane tense beside me, pain washing through our bond and not just the physical kind. "I need to tell him." Kane shot through the link, his voice ragged from his lungs healing.