The Innocent Mother Novels & Stories

Ivon said with a blank face making Ben stare at him in pure shock. Ivon Sechin, the Mama's boy actually went against his mother for the first time and also called her a bitch. The hatred and anger in his eyes while mentioning her was an evidence, he knew everything, he must have already cracked the truth, no wonder he hated her so much now.

over and over and over. "Mom! Mom please!" My ears rang like someone was blowing a whistle inches from my brain. I sat frozen, unable to move, unable to understand what just happened. Noelle's voice cracked as she crawled over the shattered glass, bleeding from her forehead and arms, trying to get to Mom. I turned. Mom's head was titled unnaturally. Blood stained her blouse. The steering wheel had crushed inwards, smoke rising from the airbag, but she wasn't moving. Not blinking. not breathing.

The world had never been gentle with her, and all her life she had craved the tender safety of a mother’s lap. The woman dipped her head and kissed the stone, imagining her warm cheek in its place. "I love you, Mom. I love you so much," she whispered, hoping her mother was hearing it. She wanted to ease the guilt she might have about abandoning her. She wanted her to know she loved her. All she felt was pure, unwavering love for her. And that none of it was her fault. She didn't want to die, she was forced to take that step, and it wasn't her fault.

Lady Arlene asked in an affronted voice. "It makes no sense! he isn't its father, he shouldn't take on such a responsibility with a child that has the stigma of rape attached to it. He deserves so much better." Lady Arlene snatched her hand out of Angie's tight grasp and started pacing in long unladylike strides in her agitation.

My mother stood up on her feet from where she sat close to me, pacing around the room and brewing in anger, before she located another far away from me. “Who knows? Do you think you are clean?” She asked. “You are not, son? You better come out clean to me and let me know the necessary contacts I need to make before losing the father to a cold hand of a strange death and the son locked away forever in prison?” “I am innocent here! For all I care. I didn't kill anyone!” My mother quickly countered, laughing out bitterly.“Ok, that is not the first time one would be hearing it from a murder suspect?”

I just need to finish this and get home. As far as I know, my mother still lives on Frank Geary’s horse ranch in Central Florida. She believes I’m dead. I know from my father that she blames me for everything that happened to Frank, to her. She has turned the farm into a safe house for women in love with death-row inmates. She helps them lobby for new trials, conducts letter-writing campaigns for the examination of old evidence with new technology, comforts them when the worst happens. She even has a website, freetheinnocent.org.

His eyes widened the moment he saw me. “Tara,” he breathed. “What have you done?” “Help her,” I said, holding up the baby. “Please Father, she’s innocent.” “Innocent?” His voice cracked like a whip. “You come drenched in blood, carrying a cursed child of the Nightborne, and you dare..” “Enough,” another voice cut in. My mother entered the hall, every inch of her calm and terrifying. She didn’t speak at first.. she simply looked at the child.

Field’s help because he couldn’t afford treatment. [But after three years of ‘help’, his frostbite turned into an amputation! [What Matilda’s mother did is obvious!] Everyone understood what was going on, but the victims refused to speak the truth. At this rate, the judge had no choice but to declare Mom innocent. I stared at the clock. Five minutes left. There was still time to turn things around. Mom was already immersed in the joy of victory, convinced no one could touch her. “You should stop wasting your effort.

Dejected and bullied into silence, I lowered my gaze to the floor, wishing it to open up and swallow me whole. "My daughter is innocent! This is all a plot against her!" my mother's voice pierced through the tension, filled with anguish and conviction. "By you?" Luna Delores retorted. I was desperate to shield my mother from any punishment. With a silent plea through our mind link, I implored her to cease her protestations. The last thing I wanted was for her to suffer on my account.

“I really love how pathetic you look right now. You look so pathetic that I want to let you go. But, you see. It's impossible as you are stuck with me here and my desire to teach you a lesson before killing you is so strong.” “Please don't do this, Anny. Don't do this. The baby is innocent, please.” “Don't fucking tell me that bullshit. Innocent? I don't give a fuck,” Anny yelled, her body straighten up and her hands raised in the air as she continued. “I was innocent too, wasn't I? I was innocent. I was innocent!!!” “That's why you should do this. The baby in me doesn't even know anything.”