The Mom From Onward Novels & Stories

Thinking about how I'd been rushed into the ICU in my previous life, I immediately called my sister, Claire Dawson. "Claire! Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Her reply came through between ragged breaths and the edge of a sob. "I can't, Maeve! Mom showed up in my dream! She said if I don't reach the top of Mount Mistwood before sunrise, those evil spirits will tear her apart! "I know you're worried about me, but I can't just sit here and do nothing while Mom's being pushed around! Anyway, I have to go. The sun's coming up in less than an hour. If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late!"

Jenna’s POV It felt like the morning after their accident again—when I woke up, not to my mom’s good morning kisses or tickles, but to the harsh scent of anesthesia and the cruel reminder that I was the only survivor of the crash that stole the angels who raised me to be a fighter. It was a painful awakening. So disorienting, it filled me with hate. They were asking me questions again, the people in white... The doctors who failed to save my parents but insisted on calling me a miracle.

Songs for this chapter 👇 Angle (In the Arms of the Angel) by Westlife. Octavia "I left some clothes untop of the couch inside the bedroom. I want you to take them to those new tenants that occupied those corpers flat at that my friend's compound." That was the longest speech from Mom ever since the egg incident. I paused, raised my head up from the dirty dishes to stare at her. She was at the hallway, holding unto Tunde's hand. It seemed she wanted to take him to one of her shops alongside her today.

She laid her soft palm on my cheek and the feel of her skin brought a soothing relief to my tensed body. "I guess the mate bond you share with Veronica is strong and you probably still feel guilty for rejecting her publicly. But it's time you move on with life and focus on the full moon festival that's starting tomorrow. Who knows, you might find a mate in the Nightshade pack," Mom hushed in my ears. With a pat on the back, Mom turned on her heels and walked in the direction of the walk-in closet, mouthing a 'goodnight' as she shut the door close behind her.

Mom returned to the banquet hall wearing a white suit. Morrigan hurriedly approached her and held her hand. "Where did you go, Mom?" Mom pulled her hand away discreetly. She said indifferently, "There was an urgent matter at the company that I needed to handle." Morrigan didn't notice anything unusual and eagerly urged, "Mom, all the guests have been waiting for so long. Let's start the reunion ceremony now." A flicker of coldness flashed in Mom's eyes. A corner of her lips slowly lifted into an icy half-smile.

Mom still has her hands on both my cock and my balls; I can't believe I'm stopping them. "Mom loves the scene where two women are riding one guy; one on his cock and one on his face and they are embracing and kissing each other." I explain to Susan. "Awesome!" She exclaims, sitting up. "Which one do I get?" Susan asks, looking at mom. We're both looking at mom, waiting for her to choose. "Well, I, um, that is, I don't care." Mom stutters, confused. I think she's trying to figure out how I know that's her favorite scene. I forgot that she told me that when she was under the influence of the transmitter.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

Only two faint lines remained under his eyes, stretching from his lower eyelids to his cheekbones. “Daniel,” Jenny said. Her voice came from deep within her chest. As it passed through her throat, her vocal cords gave it a tone she had never used before—a cold, harsh sound, like broken glass. “Mom wants to say one last thing to you. Mom isn’t trying to use your bone marrow to make money. Mom didn’t burn down the house. Mom doesn’t want to give up on you. Mom left because she needed to protect you. And the only way to do that was by not staying in that house.”

I open up and she hands the boxes over. "I put some pajamas in there, I nod, if it doesn't fit just give them away or hold on to them he will grow into them",she leaves not looking back or saying goodbye. My mom looks awful and tired. Being away from your mate will do that to you and most females it hits worse. Dad comes out and smells the air a sad sigh leaves his lips. "dad call her",he nods no. Claire pov

A soft knock on the door, followed by Mom peeking her head into the room with watery eyes, pops our little bubble. “Hello!” Mom says in a hoarse whisper and tiptoes across the room. When she stands next to me, she gasps. “Oh, my Goddess. She is beautiful!” “Mom, meet your granddaughter, Orli Opal Marshall.” Zara places her hand on top of mine. “Orli, oh sweet baby girl.” Mom holds her fingers over her mouth. “I love her already.” “Do you need to take her now?” I give Mom a frown. “We were just introducing ourselves.”