The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Living and growing up without her mother's love made her thirsty for love, and when she felt thirsty, Fisya came to shower her with love and affection as the figure she had longed for. He doesn't care if the woman is not his biological mother. As long as he can be with her, he doesn't need anything else. The obsession made him feel out of control. His love for Fisya was unbearable. He stopped. “Why are there so many bad people? Yet Mother is a good person?” she whispered as she sobbed. Annoyed, Regan returned to her room and slammed the door violently, making a loud thump that deafened the ears of anyone who heard it, including Fisya, who was removing her makeup.

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.

i understand she said but the day after i get them im going to fuck your brains out i cant remember a time when i didnt want you ive always dreamed about you taking me as your woman i always knew i could be a better lover to you than mom ever was she was a fool to let you go and i have no intention of making the same mistake honey in fairness to your mother i was a different person then than i am now i said true she turned into a bitch but i was an asshole in a lot of ways after she got religion we were like oil and water together we just didnt mix

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.

“Please, Miss Felicia…” Rose whispered. “My son did nothing wrong. I'm telling you the truth.” For a moment, something moved in Felicia’s eyes. Rose couldn't tell what it was. Part pity, part doubt. “Please, leave now,” Miss Felicia said. Her voice sounded final. Rose fell to her knees. “Please, I'm a single mother. He's all that I have,” she cried. Rose’s words shook her, her heart melted as she turned to Rose. She could feel her pain.

I must just be me pretending to be pitiful and trying to get attention again. I couldn't be any more sorry, Mom. If there were a next life, I would definitely try to become a more honest person. "It hurts…" The pain had me trembling all over. I clawed at the floor, leaving claw marks behind. Just then, the doorknob suddenly turned. Hope flickered in my eyes. Mom came back. Since she was a doctor, she must have realized something was wrong with me. She must have come back to save me. "Are you still not done with your act? The fireworks are about to start. Danny's already getting impatient."

Their expressions turned uneasy. Mom, on the other hand, seemed to realize there was no point hiding it anymore. “Why are you so petty? I’m your mother. I was just saying a few words for your own good.” I laughed coldly. “For my own good? I’ve never seen a mother spread such filthy rumors about her own daughter. Every single day, I work from dawn to dusk. Somehow, in your eyes, that equates to shameful activities.” I met her gaze without the slightest fear. I was trying to pick her thoughts.