Souma Mother Novels & Stories

It was so horrible to remember. That woman, Mrs Souza, my own neighbour, tried to touch me. In fact, she didn't just try, but she managed to get what she wanted; touching me. I got along well with her because she had been our neighbour for a long time. She is a 32-year-old woman who lives in solitary. They said that she was married and lived with her husband before her husband died in an accident. The neighbours and people who live in the Seiraah town continue to gossip about her. They say she is the one who killed her own husband in the accident, but there is not enough evidence, so she was released from an accusation of the prison sentence. They also say that she is a mad and dangerous wom

The night was quiet with a pair of lustful eyes devouring her when she said quiet loudly seemingly to the jasmine vine: "What's with you? You always shower me with freshly bloomed jasmine flowers when I enter! All the others have to pluck them from you. Is this your way of welcoming me?" Samudra's heart skipped a beat. Samudra's mother Chandramathi had specially got the jasmine vine from the Mahataya kingdom and had planted it herself. She had told Samudra, "If and when I am not around, she will take care of you". As a 10 year old Samudra had laughed at his mother's statement. But somehow he felt it indeed was taking care of him by showing him the woman who could make a difference in his lif

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

The woman shielding a baby—me. Then darkness swallowed everything. Sofia I gasped, collapsing to my knees. Theo caught me instantly, arms steadying me, voice laced with panic. “Sofia! Look at me. What happened? Sofia—” I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, shaking. “I saw her. My mother. Not Aunt Mara—my real mother. She was performing some kind of ritual—there were wolves, battles, blood—” Aunt Mara’s face crumpled. “She knew this day would come…”

Her voice makes me feel like a little kid again—like somehow, she can still fix everything. I wish she could. “You two be safe,” I say. “You’re going to be with Saule, right?” “Yes. A solar deity in Lithuania. Hecate told us she’s... bubbly,” Mom says, grimacing a little. Mom doesn’t do bubbly. Dad chuckles. “I’m sure we won’t have time for much chit-chat anyway.” “We’ll just be a mindlink away,” Mom says. Then, like she has since I shot past her in height, she gently angles my head down to kiss my forehead. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist.

“Two, I don’t think my mother had a secret relationship with a Fae from thousands of years ago. She was a country girl and never left our Abribi Covenant District.” “That you know of,” Nomo replied. “I was going to say that,” Sofia was about to argue when Somito continued, “But he has a point. You really don’t know what your mom’s life was like before you were born. And obviously, your mom was keeping something from you.” "Including bringing your husband back into your life, and apparently into your bed."

Somewhere in KZN Kwa Nongoma, Zasembo was called by her grandmother. “Zasembo!” she called for her while sitting on a grass mat. “Mother!” she answered going inside the rondavel where her grandmother was. “Mother, you called for me.” She said when she came in. “Yes, my child I did, Zasembo time has come for you to find your mother.” She told her and she frowned.

He bows once again to his father, “I will buy the branch company from you, even give you a sum profit to you, every year. Please, father, let me go.” Soga stood up from his seat, he wandered into the vast sliding door behind him, as he opened the window, the wind came and brushed his hair, softly. “Your name, Soma, it came from So, kanji of air, and Ma, kanji of genuine. Your mother knew you're always the real child of the wind.” A smile appears on his face, as he looks into his son, “You're chasing your sky, after all, son.” “Father… I…”

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

From time to time he could steal a glance at her when no one was noticing. When they exchanged the rings and feel her soft figures he felt good about it too.Let everything fall to its place thats what he thought. Old woman; Hoo thats good then. This old woman is mrs Sofia Ouma the mother of mr.Ouma Kassim( chairman) She normally stays at her home in Watoto village which is a bit far from Lusaka village. Amonth ago when she was on her way to her son's home,her car got a problem and the drive went to fix it leaving her on the road at her request.Because the distance were the little accident had happened wasnt far from her son's house.