The Mom From Onward Novels & Stories

"Your mom said I could stay until I find a place. As long as she doesn't kick me out, neither of you can." Joe couldn't argue. The down payment on this house had come from Claudia, not him. Fuming but out of moves, Joe turned to Claudia, hoping to convince her to send me packing. Claudia, as immovable as ever, shot back, "I don't care who you marry, Joe, but Vera has no money, and Luca is just a baby. I won't let our family's bloodline end up starving on the streets." Hailey latched onto Claudia's arm. "Claudia, the baby I'm carrying is your family's bloodline too. If Vera can give you a grandson, I can too."

She couldn’t get the past thoughts out of her head and fresh ones were still paving their ways in. Her eyes were still red because of the uncontrollable tears that rushed out for hours before she found a reason to stop crying and motivated herself with the words she heard last night. “Are you ready, ma?” Rathnait asked. Carissa wiped her face and nodded. “Yes.” Rathnait got down and opened the door, and Carissa got down, wearing a blinking long black gown. Rathnait bowed her head and directed. “It’s the last floor.” “Okay.”

“We have issues with the prophecy. How quickly can you guys get here?” I heard Aunty Nae curse. “We can be there within the hour. Do you want Barachiel and everyone as well?” “Yeah. I think that’s best. Thanks, sis,” Mom said before she hung up. Dad and Papa both leaned into her, comforting her. They were mates who had the strongest connection I had ever seen before. “I’m sorry that you have to relive this, Mom.” She broke away from them and wrapped me in her arms. “I would do anything for you, my sweet girl. You’re stronger than I ever was. Everyone who is coming has had experience with the Nokaura. You’ll get to meet some of my fellow Gaisreen.”

Niyler Rostov As soon as I descended the stairs I was greeted by Mom who just returned from work. She was dressed in her tight pink scrubs, her brunette hair tied into a neat low bun and her work bag hanging on her shoulder. My mom is really beautiful and did not look her age, she wore forty-two so well that people mistake us for sisters. “Hi Mom, where’s Hazeem,” I say taking her work bag from her. Mom gives me a side hug and kisses my head like she usually does.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

The dining room fell into a dead silence, broken by Audrey's quick, uneven breaths. "What did you just say?" She shook her head in disappointment. "You don't know how to be grateful at all! All these years of effort were for nothing!" Freya immediately stepped forward to steady her, gently patting her back to soothe her breathing. "Don't get too worked up, Mom." She frowned and turned to me. "Ella, how could you say that to Mom? She's been working herself to exhaustion for you all these years, to the point that her health deteriorated!

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

"Helena, honestly! You win a prize this big and don’t tell anyone? If Kellan hadn’t seen the photo online, we’d still be in the dark!" "Helena, come on. Let’s go divide the money!" She grabbed Mom’s arm, trying to drag her away. Others crowded around, surrounding Mom on all sides. Mom tried to explain, but with so many voices drowning her out, she was completely overwhelmed. In the end, she fell silent, and the scene descended into chaos. Finally, Dad roared loudly, and the crowd gradually quieted. Still, their eyes gleamed as they stared at Mom like predators watching prey, eager to tear her apart piece by piece.

I'd just wave my magic wands and change myself. Imagine something as simple as a magic wand transforming everything. Just like the ugly duckling. I heard the sound of heels on the tiled floor and I did not need to turn to know it was mom but I did anyway. She was dressed up for an owambe and with the way she was dressed, I'm sure the bride's mother would feel threatened. 'Mom, where are you going all dressed up?' I heard Mayowa's voice and I was momentarily lost with my eyes searching for her in the sitting room. It was only after mom sat down and positioned her phone in front of her face that I knew she was on video call with her. I returned my attention to the TV.

If I didn’t see it, then I don’t know anything. The mysterious car out front, the dimmed lights, and the red silk fabric on the lamps already painted the perfect picture. Mom was finally getting laid after years of being married to the sperm donor and in his house. Revenge is sweet. But that doesn’t mean I want to be around it. “Honey, it’s alright, turn around.” I shook my head, my blonde messy bun beginning to fall at my shoulders. “I’m good, I’ll come back later.” Reaching for the doorknob, mom’s warm hand pulled it away and pulled me to her.