روايات وقصص ضمن The Mother I Could Have Been

Lionel nodded with a smile and they left for Rosita's ward. ROSITA'S WARD They got to Rosita's ward and Lionel slowly pushed the door open. Tears streamed down Riley's eyes on seeing how her mother lay unconscious on the bed. Lionel pushed her closer to her mother's bed. "Mum.." she called amidst tears as she neared her bed. She took her mother's hand into hers. "Your little girl is here mum...., can you hear me?" she uttered wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Do you know mum...Dad left us.." she replied sobbing.

Now she realized how despicably vile he truly was. She never expected him to stoop so low as to threaten her with her own biological mother..." Faced with Lorneauxs' indifference, Claire's obsidian eyes appeared dark and despairing. Her only weakness was her mother, who had toiled for most of her life and finally found happiness. How could Claire bring herself to ruin it? Lorneauxs had clearly seized upon her vulnerability. "Feels good. Can't be bothered to change," he said, his lips sensual, his expression elusive.

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because of his Omega assistant's lies. I cried and begged the pack members around us to help me put out the fire. "Mom—" My mate and my own son, because of an Omega's lies and their complete lack of trust in me, really killed my mother who didn't have much time left anyway. I stumbled and staggered as I lifted my mother's blood-soaked body onto my back, racing desperately toward the healing center.

I’ve really fucked up this time, I just hope that I get the chance to make it right again when we return with Zelena. Tri-Moon began to say their goodbyes and the rest of the warriors started to pile into the buses. A tight fit was an understatement. Every space on the busses was filled, some sitting, some standing, some sitting on top of others. It’s going to be an uncomfortable drive. I was standing by one of the Humvee’s watching Gunner say goodbye to his mother. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers while she cupped his cheeks. Her thumb rubbed affectionately over his cheek, as a tear rolled down hers. Their bond is beautiful, and if I'm being honest, I'm envious. The moment th

I can’t imagine the man who my mother shared love with still feeling the same for her, he lost everything because he loved her. My feet is moving, but I can’t tell where I am going… “Eddie…” someone tries to hold me, and I shrug them off. I would kill him. The earth is weird. I want to wrap my hands around his neck and watch the life escape his eyes. “Eddie…” the person is screaming now. There’s a loud sound, no idea where it’s coming from. My feet stumbles a few times. My poor mother, she never rested in peace.

She looked fresh out of college. Her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke. My intuition as a woman told me she was exactly who I was looking for. Sure enough, the second she saw me, she panicked. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, like she had just come face-to-face with a wild animal. "I-Is there something you need at the s-school?" Her voice shook so badly that she could barely get the words out. Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother.

He froze, the raw frustration of being interrupted raging in his eyes. "Don't tell me you're going to answer that." "I have to," I said, sliding off him and scrambling for my phone. "It's my mom." I answered to my mother's broken sobs. "Jules! Come home, please, I'm begging you, come home now!" My mother had never sounded so panicked. I hung up, my hands and feet turning to ice. "I have to go." Dante's brow furrowed, his displeasure obvious. "Are you kidding me?"

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

“You can’t fix the damage you caused to my mother… to me.” She didn’t argue. “My mother is dead,” I went on. “She’s never coming back. You can’t erase the struggle she went through… the struggle I went through. None of that can be fixed.”

To win the money for my heart surgery, my mother—a PhD in artificial intelligence—entered a televised quiz show. After answering nine questions correctly, she faced the easiest one: “What does AI stand for?” “Alien Internet,” she answered. Everyone froze. It was the final question, and the prize money was the only thing that could save my life. The host gave her another chance. My family begged her to reconsider. Doctors warned that my heart could stop at any moment. But my mother refused to change her answer. She thought this was the perfect time to teach our family a lesson. She never knew my heart was about to give out. I couldn't wait for her anymore.