Turning Red Mom Name Novels & Stories

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

Mom narrowed her eyes at me. "We're not." "Why is that? Are you still hooked on your dead wife? You know you were supposed to be married to Abigail before that thing came into the picture." "'That thing had a name, it's Doris. Can't you at least show a little respect?" Mom turned to Lucy as if she'd grown a second head. "Respect? For who exactly? That... That..." "Mom..." I said in a low warning tone. She put up her hands in surrender.

"Of course my baby. You're ready for school. And you know I promised to send you to the best schools right?" She nodded with a knowing smile. "So I can be a doctor and cure many sick people." She said giving me her sweetest smile. I pulled her in for a tight hug. I rubbed our noses together. "I'm so lucky to have you sweetie. I love you so much." "I love you too momma." She said proud of her new name for me. I looked at her curiously. "Momma?" She nodded. "Yes. Nanny Rita says momma is a combanating of both mommy and mama."

Many people are expected to attend the party, and who knows, maybe I will find my mate there. I finish applying mascara to my eyelashes and look through my dresser's top drawer, where I usually keep my make-up, to find my red lipstick. I have a pale complexion, so red always makes me look confident. Then I hear my mom's voice again, this time angrier. - "Naomi Owens!" - "You better hurry up, doll, or we are going to be in trouble." Artemis points out. - "Yikes, you are right. When mom calls me by my full name, nothing good, and I mean nothing good, comes out of it!" I commented, making Artemis giggle.

I feel like that nickname is the most special to me. Just take a deep breath and knock. No, there's a stupid doorbell. I just got to press that effin' button. I pressed it, and this is it... A woman about the age of forty, got brown hair and eyes the same as my Red, opened the door. Alright, I know that it is her mom. Who the heck expected that it would be Red? No one, right? "Umm, ah... Hi... Ms. Lawrence." I stuttered.

I just left my mouth open. “Excuse me?” Andrei asked, his tone remained calm, polite, but there was an edge now. I dropped my fork, and Red stood, kicking her chair back. “Mom, don’t ruin this. Get to know him. You used to say he was a bad pick for me, and now you’re saying I’m the problem?” Our mother crossed her arms, facing Red with a death stare. “He is not good for you, Red. Just look at him. He’s so fake. Putting up this nice guy act. I bet the real him is as selfish and uncaring as you are.”

"Children born under the rotating phase of the red moon do not have any unique abilities or what's so ever, like how the elderlies always make it look. The red moon is merely a natural occurrence where the earth moon is in a total lunar eclipse." "I know Astronomy Dad," I said dryly. " Weird things have just been happening and…" "What weird things," Dad rushed in. "Why did Mom name me Luna Rossa? It can't just be because I was born under the red moon….was there something she didn't tell you? Is there something you would like to tell me?" I was in no mood to go around in circles again with Dad, but the constant formation of my life taking shape in just one man's existence was merely an accide

After all, I hadn't slept well. Mom was still busy berating a sales clerk nearby. The constant bustle of the crowd was giving me a headache. Losing interest in the shopping trip, I turned to leave. Upon hearing that I was leaving, Mom looked shocked. "Tara, aren't you… angry?" she asked, sounding suspicious. I couldn't blame her for being surprised. After all, I hated people commenting on my looks or calling me old. For as long as I could remember, my face hadn't matched my age.

Tami turned red instantly. " She is turning into a strawberry. How can someone blush so much? " Ron asked. " She can, just like her Mom. " Dad said. " Hmmm... You seemed to have noticed Maurvi. What is the matter, Mehul? " Mom said raising her eyebrows. " Don't ever say that in front of Gautam, he will shoot me. I know this because he calls her as tomato. " Dad explained and Tami nodded.

I can't believe that she will ask that question. "I was born all covered in blood. My mother bled to death when I was born, which is why I got the name Red," he said seriously. "Did Junior teach you this?" Red gave me a serious glare. "Junior told me that Tiny was born with a small head; that's why he is named Tiny," Athena said. Athena, don't believe anything Junior says. You must learn to distinguish between a joke and a serious statement." Red gave her advice. Red advised her. "Harry is born with so much hair that he is named Harry," Red commented sarcastically, smirking.