Story Of Mother Novels & Stories

Their lives weren't as horrible as mine and I am glad. "There is much to know, Abel. I doubt that you have time to hear it all now," Mother replies. "And I too am curious about all the stories I have heard. We would need a day to tell it all." The Stories she has heard, I wonder how many are good, and how many are as bad as my life has been before now. "What have you heard?" I ask. A smirk curves on her lips. "About you and the Empress, so much that I doubt it all can be -"

How could that be? Mommy said she had three months with me. There were still two months left. Mommy never lies to me. I really got angry then, and broke free of Daddy’s arms. “You’re lying!” I pointed at Auntie Benita. “Mommy said it. She still has two more months with me.” She crouched down and put her hand on my head. “Be good, Isa. From now on I’ll be your mommy. I’ll be with you.” I opened my mouth and bit down on her hand.

And one thing more, which the merchant let fall lightly and my mother caught and kept, every word of it: that the King of the Gods was said to have sat alone before Hebe’s shrine for a whole month, letting no one near, and that not even Hera had dared go to call him away. When she heard these things, nothing showed on her face. She only kept chopping her vegetables, or went on drying her herbs. But I knew. She remembered. She remembered everything. One evening she and Julian walked by the river. The setting sun stained the water orange-red, and the far hills folded over one another like an ink painting. Julian told some joke; I had drifted too far to catch it, but my mother laughed, and it w

She was talking then paused. She looked at us in the hall and continued. As if to confirm if we were following. “Your mother was once a cook that was very strong so she got to join the warriors after her strength was noticed. She gradually became a force to reckon with and her story was heard all around. She became pompous and would order the cooks out of the dining hall after they’ve served food. This continued for a long time and she finally got married and had you. She gave birth to you in here but she never allowed the cooks carry you except she needs someone to clear poop. The cooks felt bad for all of these that they wanted to take her off her seat and do what works best for them but i

"They were. My mother lost her tailor shop, but back then, I was just a young man who couldn't do anything against those wretches. So, we had no choice but to stay quiet and bow our heads to those monsters. When your mother joined forces with Mr. Lombardi and finally got rid of the yoke the Salvatores had on us, many people approached her to ask her to plead with your grandfather and return what had once been theirs. Many thought they would be wasting their time, but your mother didn't disappoint. She got back everything they had stolen from us." "My parents never told us about this." "Your father at that time still didn't remember anything about his past, and since your mother was very clos

People always sympathized with pitiful stories. The motherly one began to share her story. "I’m here because I sacrificed everything for my kids. But that useless husband of mine took them away from me because he found himself a mistress. I haven’t seen them in two years. I fought, I did everything, but in the end, I fucking killed him.” My heart ached for her. My baby was still in my womb, but I will do the same for it. “Where are the kids now?” I asked softly. She said you were with her mom.

TEN YEARS AGO, "Now Jake, i will tell you a story of a very special girl with supernatural powers" His mother said as she sat down with him on the bed. "Is it a super hero story?" Curious little Jake asked as he looked more anxious to hear the story out. "It is more than that my son. It is a story of a courageous, fearless and a dauntless protector" She said as she smiled. "Go on mother, i am quite interested in hearing this story. It sounds so awesome" He smiled as he nestled into his mother's arms.

She wasn’t giving up yet without a fight; she tugged, kicked and pulled effortlessly till she had no strength left. Suddenly she felt herself losing consciousness, and her mother was already dead so there was no one to call. She released her breath which she had been holding in to prevent the water from going up through her nose. The water rushed in freely and filled her body, and just as she was about to give up the ghost, her dormitory alarm went off.

Zara was confused by her mother's words , a gasp escaped from he mouth when her mother bursted into tears. "Mother what's wrong?....please say something, you are scaring me! " she cried clasping her mother's hand in hers tightly. Moira nodded and blinked back tears trying to control herself "My child listen to me...I'll tell you a story, you must pay attention alright?" Zara nodded eagerly needing to know what was troubling her mother so much "Years ago I went to the stream, it was quite strange that day, then I found you in the midst of the chaos, you weren't even crying... you were such a good baby.. my precious little star, I carried you back home "

There was no such thing as affection. But Flora wasn't like that. Her life might not be materially abundant, but her world was brimming with sunshine. It seemed no one could take away the light of love that shone within her. "Don't say that. My mother was abandoned by my father when she was fifteen, just fifteen, pregnant, and she insisted on having me, even in the face of opposition. Then, with her own two hands, she raised me until I was grown... So the real exception is your mother. You have to trust me, you have to believe that there's still much good in this world, and there is no love as sacred as a mother's love."