Story Of Mother Novels & Stories

"As long as I was born as your daughter, I never heard of Grandma having given birth to you, Mom.Does grandma have a cruel nature like grandma from daddy?" Sehrize couldn't hold on to tears since Natallie sat down with her and the question again opened up longing and never-ending stories about her mother.She had lost all that when she had to witness the death of her mother in the hospital due to several diseases. "My mother is not a palace owner, she does not have any wealth like the mother to your daddy, Natallie.Even my mother was just trying to survive so that I could grow into a very strong adult woman, until I could get a perfect life, she met death.She is a mother who has a very kind s

"So after everything I've done to raise you, you still can't live on your own? You need me? So I'm a failure as a mother? "That's not what I'm saying! I walked away slightly then stopped staring at the ground, breathing heavily, Mom followed me and put a hand on my shoulder. "*sigh* Why are you so stubborn? It's a mother's happiness to see her children succeed, that's all I need to be happy, to be sure that your father will be proud in heaven Everyone has their own story. You have huge potential and a great future, so your story will be beautiful, that's my wish, mine begins and ends in this village, I have always lived, all my experiences, my memories, my life, and the people who are dear t

“I wish you safe delivery. Maddy, I saw the worry in her eyes. I had to tell her the story of my mother. I told her about how my mother waited for six years after marriage before she could conceive. Her eyes widened as I told her the story of my mother’s struggle to conceive. “That’s heartbreaking,” she said, her voice full of compassion. “I can’t imagine what it must have been like for your mother, waiting all those years.” I nodded, my throat tight. “It was really hard for her,” I said. “But she never gave up hope.” I told her about the day my mother finally found out she was pregnant and the joy that filled our home.

“Why should I have stayed? About twenty years ago my mother left the pack behind, along with her role as a Moon Priestess. She settled here, met a man, fell in love, and the rest is history.” “So I'm guessing she's the one that fed you the stories about my prophecy.” “Of course. Unlike other mothers that had to make up fairy tales to tell their young kids, she had stories of her own that she had no one else to tell, except me.” “And what makes you think I'm even remotely connected to those stories?” He gestured to me as I stood before him. “You're here, aren't you? If what I had told you wasn't true at all, then you have no reason to be here. But since I was right, then obviously you had no

"She is not dead," the woman said. "I got that part already." "I had been sent by her mother; it was time they met." "Where is her mother?" I asked "Somewhere you cannot be; her mother had been killed ten years ago." I always knew there was something strange about this woman, and now I knew why. "Though her mother is yet to go to rest, you see, Hecuba has lost something very dear to her. I would like to tell you a story. I plead that you only give a listening ear," she said. "Please," she added. I knew it took everything in her to have uttered the word; she seemed to see herself above everyone.

Yvonne noticed the disgust my mother had for me, and a small smile curled her lips. She raised her head and asked in feigned innocence, "What would you do if I was kidnapped, Mom?" My mother put down what she was holding and quickly approached Yvonne. Then, she enunciated solemnly, "I will not let that happen to you. If it does, I will make a portrait of the kidnapper the first chance I get and save you, trust me."

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

She could see the stories her mother had told when she was a child come to life on the wall. “This is where the holy man said your mother stopped the great war, princess.”

"When you said my people. Who? Are you not a witch?" "Will you let me finish the fucking story?!" " Your mother was powerful. She traveled to my homeland to give us a warning. War was coming to the fae and she risked her life to help us. In the end I wasn't strong enough to save her. She became my best friend, taught me how to be human and then she died to protect me. Why, I'll never know." My mother looked distraught. A part of me wanted to comfort her and tell her everything was okay. But, another part of me was furious. I had so many questions..

The only thing that I was willing to do for him was to take his children under my care because it is not their fault that they were born to a father of vast incompetence but I can already see the signs that truly that have their father’s blood in them and I try my very best to always keep them at arms length. I get up from my desk and walk over to my office window to stare out in to the garden. It is a place for some reason that gives me peace and comfort. It must be because it reminds me of the garden that my mother used to managed before she went to be with the moon goddess finally. It still hurts me to this every day but there is nothing that can be done to stop the flow o Blue- Mother ha