Son Mom 소설 & 이야기

"I'll come back like nothing happened-" "No," she said firmly, her eyes hardening. "You're not going anywhere. You're not playing Superman to a demon and you're sure as hell not embracing one!" "Mom, you don't understand. I have to-" "You don't have to do anything besides being my son and staying alive. That's the least I'll take from you, Damian! That's the bare minimum!" she scolded, her words delivering a devastating feeling inside my chest.

" * After Dad was sentenced, Mom sent a paternity test report back to our hometown. She gave it directly to Grandma. That same day, she took me back there as well. When we arrived, we were greeted by the sight of Grandma and Denise viciously fighting each other. Mom let out a scoff, tears of bitter amusement slipping down her face. "She spent her whole life treasuring the daughter of a mistress," she muttered. "It's about time she knew what that feels like." With that, Mom pulled out her phone, removed the SIM card, and tossed it into the trash bin. Then she turned to me, her eyes softening into a smile. "Mary, let's go travel the world."

Somber music and monotonous decorations filled the funeral hall. A large memorial display stood at the entrance, with my and Dad's names written on it. When Mom saw it, the last trace of her composure crumbled. She fell to her knees and crawled to the front. Before she could even step inside the hall, Larry lifted his foot and punted her away. "Scram, you piece of trash! A monster like you doesn't deserve to show up here! We don't want your wickedness here!"

He lowered his voice and added, "Besides, Mike admitted it himself when he had me cornered. This was all part of their plan. It's just another stunt by him and Walter to smear you in front of the cameras and get revenge." Mom stopped in her tracks. The warmth vanished from her face almost instantly. She turned to her assistant. "I don't care if they've rescued him or not. From now on, I never want to hear about that father and son again." Fireworks burst across the sky, one after another. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their acceptance into dream schools and the bright futures ahead. Uncle Donald took his chance and leaned toward Mom's shoulder. Mom didn't pull away because, in tha

His heart, his broken, repaired, fighting heart, beating against mine. "Hi, baby," I whispered. Voice breaking. "It's Mama. And I'm, I'm finally holding you. Finally getting to, to be your mom in the way I've wanted to be since the moment you were born. I love you. So much. And I'm, I'm so proud of you. So proud of how hard you're fighting. How strong you are. How, how you're surviving all of this. You're amazing. Perfect. Mine." Dominic stood behind me. Hand on my shoulder. Crying too. Looking at his son in his wife's arms. Looking at, at family. Real family. All of us. Together. Connected. Alive.

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I groaned loud, drawing their attention to myself. "Sonia, sweetheart, are you okay?" Mom asked, worriedly. I smiled. "Yeah, he's just. . . he's just kicking, that's all." She gave me this smile that told me how excited she is for me. And those smiles gave me hope that I wasn't alone. "Okay. Okay. Okay." Mom shouted, drawing our attention. "I am so happy right now. So damn happy for many reasons, and do you wanna know what it is?"

I was about to reply to him when I felt Mom trying to mindlink me. "Smith Lucas Woods!!! I need you back at the house now!" She yelled in my head, and I groaned. This is the second time Mom will get angry at me today. You're having fun, Selene? I got home and met a fuming Mom on the couch in the living room. Dad was beside her, trying to calm her down, and I took a deep breath before I moved towards them. "I heard you found your mate, Smith. Why is she not with you at the moment?" Mom said suddenly calmly, and I almost looked away in fear. A calm, angry Mom is worse than the one who yells, so that means Ezra is the one in control.

"So am I." My mom took something out of her hand bag, and raised her right arm. She pointed a gun at Cleo. "Not so fast ." " Mom don't!" " Why not ?" " I have lost so much. I am your son. I may not be your first born but I am your son." "I want the best for you." I heard the door opened and Amber came running in. She didn't notice my mother but she noticed Cleo and me. The camp she was sent to wasn't far from here. My mother had something on her and she was using her.

His mother had called more than ten times. When he answered, she told him she wasn't feeling well and would be coming to Soliaridge the next day to see a doctor. Deeply drunk, he mumbled in agreement. The following day, he remembered the call, but Sonia wasn't home. He needed to get her back, calling her without hesitation. Sonia answered, but her voice was cold. "Hello?" "My mom is coming today," he started. "Says she's not feeling well. Where are you? Get back here and take her to the hospital. We don't know if she'll need to be admitted."