Story Of Mother And Son Novels & Stories

Their father was a b*stard cause you to know our mother was from a wealthy family but she left her home just to lived her whole life with that je*k. Both of them met in a random street. Mother helped their father when their father needed the help most. Because of this, both started to love each other. Soon they got married, had two children but it became a great mistake of their mother. He left them, just like the wastes in mud. Mother loved her husband like a moon love earth whatever earth do or go, the moon only revolves around the earth. But her love made her pay with pain for her whole life.

They crave narratives that keep them flipping the pages. Yet, my preferred narrative is the one where my mom and dad supported each other in their battle against addiction. Two addicts who managed to overcome their struggles together and achieve sobriety and health. That's the reality I embrace—the story of my real-life parents who possess an unimaginable amount of strength that most people will never witness. They are my heroes. And I am incredibly proud to be their son.

"You're scammers, right? Curtis just sent his girlfriend to my house to stir things up. How could he suddenly be dead? You're lying! That kid has always loved playing the victim. He tried to stop Dylan from even being born and caused my premature labor. Did he pay you to put on this act? My son just got out of surgery and needs rest. He's pulling something like this just to make Dylan feel guilty. That damn…" She didn't finish. A few neighbors who had just spotted her changed expressions and started whispering. "She still dares to come back? Killing her own son wasn't enough, and now she acts as if nothing happened. That's disgusting…" My mother heard them and snapped. She rushed over, grabb

His question was gentle, as he broke off a piece of bread. “It’s complicated,” I confessed. I had no idea why I felt compelled to tell him my story when this was supposed to be a fling. But the way he encouraged me—“Part of dynamics is that we can talk about anything, Dove. -The more I know, the better I can make the experience for you”—made me want to let those walls fall. “My son’s father died before he was born,” I said softly. “His family has been amazing, even though Dan and I weren’t married. His mom tries to get us over once a month, and Dan’s brothers are always there for us, especially Tom and me working together.”

“Son, we need to talk about a matter boggling my heart and there can't be a better time than now.” I nod. “Go on ma'am.” “It’s about my past. How your father met me. Hope you won't judge my past life? I did what I had to do because of circumstances.” “What do you mean Mom? Dad narrated to us back then as children and we know your little love story. I've heard that a million times don't add to it.” I dismissed it. Mother was father's first love and vice versa. They worked hard to grow the family business from scratch but mother had to stop working in the establishment to cater to her sons. She never relied on the dozens of maids and male servants ready to kiss her feet and attend to our needs

However, my foolish father betrayed my mother before I was born. My mother came to America for her studies. She was an ambitious woman who met my father, and he took advantage of her intelligence. I was the result of that advantage. Ugh! It's a long story that I never want to share with anyone. I just know that I am the outcome of a mistake, and my mother never loved me. She disowned me because she felt disgusted. I don't know much more. This was the only story my grandfather, Raphael Black, shared with me about how I was unwanted, an obstacle for my mother, leading her to abandon me without fulfilling her dreams. I know she despised me, and who wouldn't? I was just a mistake, a burden for m

Sorry about that, but it couldn't be shortened much more due to her mother's long past! 😊How did you like her story?

That voice wasn't Doll's, so who was that? Suddenly, he heard a ringing inside his head. He saw a flashback of his mother and father carrying the little Moon in their arms. They looked very happy, as they tickled his little nose. "Look, our son looked handsome!" his mom was so happy. She had her teeth appearing. Carrying his son, she cannot encage her happiness. "He was a sign that we need to move on from our bad lives." his father replied. "Having him was a blessing." His parents worked illegally back then, like burglars and thieves. They stole things from random people to survive for a living.

"But... that doesn't change the fact that your father's people killed my mother." He sighs. "My mom was also murdered." He said. He looks down at me. I've never seen him so broken before. "She was only 35 at that time and I was 12. My dad was a really loving husband and father. My mother went to Tonko every week to help the people there as much as she could. I came along a few times. I remember that day, my mom didn't return home from Tonko. My dad received news that my mom had been kidnapped by a group of men in Tonko. My dad was in love with my mom and love drives people crazy. He did everything to find my mom. 2 weeks passed and my dad finally received a letter from those people, asking f

I’ve really fucked up this time, I just hope that I get the chance to make it right again when we return with Zelena. Tri-Moon began to say their goodbyes and the rest of the warriors started to pile into the buses. A tight fit was an understatement. Every space on the busses was filled, some sitting, some standing, some sitting on top of others. It’s going to be an uncomfortable drive. I was standing by one of the Humvee’s watching Gunner say goodbye to his mother. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers while she cupped his cheeks. Her thumb rubbed affectionately over his cheek, as a tear rolled down hers. Their bond is beautiful, and if I'm being honest, I'm envious. The moment th