Turning Red Mom Name Novels & Stories

Her shoulders would shake whenever they did. She always carried a photo of me, and she'd show them. "Who's this?" they'd ask. "This is your big sister. This is my daughter. Her name's Daisy." Yeah. I'm Daisy. Mama's daughter. If there's a heaven, please let her find me again. Let me be her daughter one more time. Mama never wore anything on her wrist after that. Not a watch, not a bracelet, nothing. But there was a faint red ring there, where the band had pressed into her skin for so long.

(Mommy, this is for you. Seriously, even children are attracted to her, too. "Λυπάμαι πάρα πολύ για αυτό, έχασε πρόσφατα τη μητέρα του και τώρα αποκαλεί "μαμά" οποιαδήποτε κυρία με κόκκινα μαλλιά." (I am so sorry for this; he recently lost his mom and now calls ladies with red hair "Mommy.")

I turn around, rubbing my head where she hit me. “Mom, since when does Lindsey get to call you Maci?” I ask, shocked and in pain. Mom has quite the swing on her. “My precious future daughter in love can call me Mom, Maci, and hopefully in a few years, Grammy.” She reaches for Lindsey’s hands. “You look stunning tonight, my dear. I’m hoping in on you and Cammie’s shopping trip next time. We have similar style.” Mom says, eyeing Lindsey’s outfit. I can’t help but notice that they’re both in red.

I snapped. Mom dropped her bag back on the drawer, breathing in and out for more than a minute. “What did I tell you about addressing him with respect?”. She inquired. I looked at her in shock, what the hell was the new ceremony with the word redoubt flying over the place? “Mom, don’t try to flip things, I had been studying and working my ass off to meet the deadline, now that I do you make it centered around him”. I fired back. “How else do you want me to explain the fact that Coke is looking out for you. How”. She resigned in frustration.

Hell if I knew. “Kat, baby, grab the cooler from the garage,” Mama Red called, her voice slicing through my thoughts like a whip. She was already knee-deep in party prep, her red curls bouncing as she barked orders. My own mama was inside with the other ol’ ladies, plotting out the food and drink situation like it was a military op.

I sensed maybe a few other moms were part shifter but the gene wasn’t as strong in them as it was in Paula and Bella. “It’s Nice to officially meet you Bella” I said. “Hello Mrs. Smith, This is my Mom Mrs. Edwards, I actually don’t know my moms 1st name. lol.” Mrs. Edwards shook her head and smiled at her daughter and said, “Hello I’m Paula Edwards, it's nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you Paula, I’m Violet Smith, Ashley’s mom.”

But I know I saw people coming and going from his office when I would come to visit every week to get my allergy shot. Mom was a scientist, which I thought was cool. Her name was Joy. When people call her by her last name, that would aggravate her. She always tells them to call her Joy. Mom was friendlier than Dad. She thought hearing Mrs. Bloodworth was so strict and right to the point.

Watching Conri sit down in front of his desktop computer I stood behind him and looked over his shoulder as he logged into the Council's site and searched for my old pack. Seeing Barron Phillips’s name as the new Alpha I sneered at the screen. My mom's name was listed as Luna. Such a treacherous bitch! “Is that your mother’s name?” “Isabella Pinkerton and I don't know what her maiden name was. My parents never shared much of their past lives with me,” I explained to him and he sighed while clicking on my mom's name on the screen. Not much was listed but a red dot was visible and Conri clicked on it.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

Chapter 62: What it Takes to be a Mommy Kathleen’s P.O.V As the awkward silence continued, I moved my gaze away from Arthur, and turned back to Hayley, hoping that I could talk some sense into her, but what she said next nearly broke my heart. "Aren't you going to say something, Miss Kathleen? I want to stop calling you Miss Kathleen, it just doesn't feel right. I want to call you Mommy."