Tabu Mother Novels & Stories

Miranda suddenly says, pointing accusing fingers at me and Daniel. "What are you saying?" I gasped in surprise. The policemen approach me and try to cuff my hands. "What the heck do you think you are doing? I'm her mother!" I yell. "Sweetie, I'm your mother," I say, desperately trying to reach out to Miranda to at least hold her in my arms even for a minute. But then she takes a step back. "I don't have a mother. My guardian is her," she said, pointing at Isabelle who had just stepped out of the nearly invisible room.

"How can you encourage her after she committed such a heinous crime?" "My sister defended herself from the uncultured animal you bred in your home and gave a name. Count yourself lucky that we're not pressing charges." "Sister? No wonder you're so crude and insensitive. Where is that girl's mother? I will not deal with a sociopath who gives such bad advice to a minor. I pray you never decide to have one of your own. No child will turn out right with a woman like you." Normally Iris was used to dealing with unsavoury comments, but what the woman said really did a number on her ego. Iris sized the lady from head to toe, her expression blank and intimidating. "How is that working for you then?"

Maddox growled. “Why can’t we be together?” There was a new message from someone named Mother. Mother: don’t fuck this up. We are already in a tight spot. Feed her the poison and get the fuck out. “Tabitha. Who is your mother?” “She doesn’t have a mother.” Maddox wrapped his arm around me. His hand turned her phone so he could see it. “Who is this?” He asked, quietly. “I do have a mother.” She was fighting it.

She clutched her neck in pain, greedily gulping in air. "Throw her out of our pack. She's wicked. I think living in the forests as a Rogue is more suitable for her," Luther said. Ivana looked up in terror, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Luther! I'm the mother of your pups. You can't do this to me!" "Why not?" He shot her a dark look, a half-smile pulling at his lips. "If you say one more word, I'll make sure not even your body remains."

He needed his empire, his men, his work to keep his family safe and protected and only then he could spend his life peacefully. --- Tabby

My mother woke up early the next day and went to the market. She was a frequent seafood buyer. The moment she showed up, the owner eagerly tried to sell their goods. They said they had big, fresh prawns. "Why don't you get some, Melanie? I bet your daughter would love them." My mother said dazedly, "My daughter doesn't like prawns. She's allergic to seafood." The owner was stunned. "What? But I thought Eve loved prawns."

"It's just, it's stupid. "Nothing you can tell me is stupid baby. What's wrong?" Naudia sighs. "I- I have never been with a highschool boy before, so I don't know if they can satisfy me or not." She pauses and whispers the last part. "I have never been with anyone before."

Protocol demanded distance, mild reprimand. “Your mother would be worried.” “My mother is in Frankfurt or Milan or some other city ending in a hard consonant, negotiating something impersonal. She doesn’t care. And neither do you, really. You’re just following the responsible stepfather script. Chapter one: reprimand the rebellious stepdaughter.” She spun on her heels—an unsteady move that made her grab the sofa backrest. Her eyes swept the room, criticism plain on her face. “This room, my God. It looks like a catalog from a depression clinic. Everything straight lines, smooth surfaces, dead colors. Not a single object that looks loved. Only chosen.”

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

I snapped looking down at the woman, she may hold a little power, but I know I could still defeat her if necessary. “Because I’m the Luna-mother and I’m asking. Now where are you from?” she growled back, her protective energy filtered across to me. The Luna-mother. My child’s mother-in-law. And now I have pissed her off. We’re getting off to a great start here at Tri-Moon. Elaine put her hand on my shoulder and stepped forward. “We have come from Luna Eclipse” Elaine said sternly. The woman’s eyes bulged and she swallowed heavily.