Tabu Mother Novels & Stories

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

[ WILLOW’S POV ] "Please, Mum, today is the full moon! You can’t just send me out there. You know how tonight is, the male wolves will be everywhere, satisfying their ruts one way or another." "I don’t care, Willow. You need to get me the mogo herb. Look at your sister; she’s sick and only that herb can stabilize her," Mum snapped. I looked over at Ezra. She was lying on the couch with a faint smirk dancing on her lips. I knew she wasn’t sick; she was faking it just to destroy me, yet Mum fell for it every time.