The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears fell trailing down. The sad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us. Though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me. She was saying something. I tried to concentrate on her lips. At first, her voice was weak, but then I heard her clearly.

oh "I mean I can't be a mum. My mum was a disaster. A complete train wreck. When she wasn't letting my father toss her around she was drowning herself in booze. She could barely function and.... oh God, what if I turn into her? I can't be a mum, Ava, I just can't"

I questioned the reason my own son had disliked me, and thought if I was not worthy of being a mother. But it was different now—I felt nothing inside. My familial bond with Julian had already been severed the moment he called someone else his mommy.

Her eyes were threaded with so many blood vessels that it was terrifying to look at. On the fourth day, she finally stood up. She walked into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and went to find Dad. “Adam, I’m the one who killed our daughter. You must hate me. Go ahead, kill me. Take your revenge.” After losing me, Mom was like a walking corpse. She hated herself for what she had done to me. The guilt and the pain were crushing. She had no will left to live. She could not bring herself to kill herself. So, she begged my father to do it for her.

The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!

Brady followed behind me, calling my name, "Eloise..." I looked straight at him. My voice was steady and emotionless as I spat out, "Your mother killed our babies."

he asked, words dripping with contempt. “I think you’re stranded in old ideologies that have no place here and don’t serve anyone. You’re talking about Liam’s past like it’s some kind of curse. You have no idea what you’re sparking!” A fire ignited within me, fueled by determination. “You’re threatening us without cause!” Liam stepped beside me and spoke with newfound steadiness. “I am not a traitor. My mother’s past does not define me.” “And yet, it will ever shadow your every move, whether you would like it to or not,” another elder interjected, his age showing visibly in his gaze. “Your mother was only an Omega.”

Your mother… she lost the baby. The world tilted and I felt like I was free-falling into a void. The words resounded within my mind yet they obstinately defied comprehension. Lost? No. The situation defied reality and remained unattainable. Throughout her pregnancy my mother nurtured that child with boundless affection and countless dreams.

His words resonated with her, igniting a spark of newfound determination within. Through her video calls and messages, Marvis yearned to fill the void left by her late mother's absence. Speaking to her father and stepmother served as a stark reminder of their indifference towards her situation. Their lack of concern only fueled her resolve to create a nurturing environment for her unborn child, drawing strength from her resilience and the unwavering support of her loved ones.

Make sure to become a decent person in your next life. The police had not expected to witness another murder scene while arresting their suspect. They handcuffed Mom and prepared to take her away. She remained eerily calm the entire way, until the very second before she was to be put into the police car, she suddenly broke free and sprinted toward the main road. A car, unable to brake in time, slammed into her with a sickening thud. Mom was thrown heavily onto the ground, blood oozing from her mouth. I felt my spirit begin to fade as I started becoming transparent. I knew it was time for me to go.