The Innocent Mother Novels & Stories

My mother said looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm meeting up with her at The Vista club this weekend," I said adjusting my tie "Do you think she knows about what the family is really into?" She questions me "No she sounds too...innocent they must not want to break her too soon," I said "And I'm guessing you will?" She replied smirking evilly "Definitely besides this could work in our favor, the news only showed her in a mask probably not wanting to reveal her identity as of yet," I said

Minutes had passed, Geneva and her mother arrived at the Hospital when they known the incident, When Geneva touch Cindy in shoulder that was the time Cindy lean and cried on Geneva's shoulder, Cindy still handed the Sampaguitas, the one who has in her mother's hand before she got bumped, Geneva's mother asks if what happened, if she remembered the face of the driver, But Cindy said, she didn't even have a glimpse with the driver or plate number, Her mother, Stella, is more matter so she didn't bothered herself to see that person, "That time, I was thinking of my mom, what may happen if she would leave me too." said Cindy,

I looked into the steaming liquid for a moment, as if I was trying to get the courage I needed from it. “My mother is in trouble, Tristan.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your mother? The same woman who threw you out of her house three years ago?” I had to admit, I had painted my mother in a bad light after we split. What other choice did I have? I was young and needed support, which she refused to give. I was hurt. “She's in prison, Tristan. For something she didn't do. She's innocent.” His mouth was shaped into an “O”, a move that told me he didn't know what to make of the information he had just received.

, I say bringing forth my aconitum stained hand which had purple crumbs on it. I pulled the material of her dress and wiped off the aconitum from my hands, walking out of there. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Stop this embarrassment, mi hija. I’ve had enough”, my mum said. She was in her best outfit today and I wondered why she left me to suffer with those dirt only because I tried fleeing with a guard. “Madre, please help me. I promise I won’t make a mistake like this again”, I say. My mother was just too vulnerable; just too weak. She taught I was innocent. If only she knew she was mistaken. . .

"She's a curse! Better to kill her now, Luna!" Someone in the crowd spoke up to my mother. I shook my head quickly. How could I let this go on? "No! Mother," I said quickly to try to get her to hear me out now. "I'm innocent! I'm innocent!" Matthew stepped forward and smacked a hand across my face. I tumbled sideways from the force and looked up at him in fear. He... he really believes I did it? "Shut it," he hissed through his teeth at me. I was distracted as my mother's heels clicked on the stage. She walked towards me and I looked at her quickly. She began to circle me. Her footsteps are strategic.

Unless she can prove her innocence. "Pleeasse!" She sobbed, her chest heaving for breath. Her slender body sagged in defeat, "I didn't kill anyone." She gasps for breath through her tears and snotty nose. She falls to her knees and elbows - cradling her head, scrambling backward in her call "I have a son," she manages to get out in a much softer tone. “Please, I need to see my son," I'm stunned. It takes me a minute "Are you fucking kidding me!" This woman is the most irresponsible mother in the realm!

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

I might have died first. "I sure, I was innocence. All misunderstood." "No accusations, if you don't do that. Then it's true." "Mother, Gerald is innocent." I still maintain my argument. "You are human or animal!? Why don't you have a heart at all? I've warned you at the beginning, if you are a disaster for Rara! But, you poisoned Rara's brain. So, with a soft heart and stubbornness follow what you say!" Her mother accused me, this old lady was angry.

A small, black tape recorder, tucked neatly at the bottom. My stomach turned to ice. My fingers hesitated before I pressed play. A crackle of static. And then—her voice. “Please,” my mother’s voice whispered weakly, trembling, broken. “Please, don’t hurt her. Don’t touch my daughter. I’ll do anything, anything you want—just spare her. She’s innocent.” The blood drained from my face. My whole body went cold. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My mother—begging. Terrified. She hadn’t given up. She hadn’t chosen to leave me. She’d been fighting for me.

Because to her I was supposed to be dead. “But I didn’t do anything wrong!” Helen cried out desperately. “I am innocent of whatever I’m being accused of. Perhaps you should have carried out a proper investigation before trying to pin something I know nothing about on me!”Her voice trembled as she turned quickly toward her mother, clutching her arm tightly, silently urging her to speak.But her mother remained quiet, Frozen. That was when Helen followed her gaze.