Turning Red Mom Name Novels & Stories

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

Mom sighed. “That was not a pleasant sight to see,” she said. I nod my head. “It wasn’t at all,” I said. “So, what happened?” she asked. “Well, I left the house trying to look for help, but everyone was dead. I saw some warriors with a man wearing a mask. I begged them to help my parents, but the man wanted me, so I ran, and while running, I fell off a cliff. An alpha took me in when he found me, and he named me Red because of my hair, and I was too scared to utter any words,” I said. They sighed, and I could tell they were sad.

" There he is, mom!' Kia said again and pointed at a man. What the hell? She thought in shock. How did Anderson find out about his children? This was definitely the handwork of her mother! Just then, the Highlander stopped and a bodyguard walked towards them. Mary on the other hand, frowned as she recollect all that had happened. She was sure that she was actually fit to become Mrs. Banks, after all, she was the big deal but did she actually say something bad earlier? " I haven't come here for dinner for a long time. So, what about you?" She began

She’s way beneath their notice…like an ant. “Why, Mother?”. He asks, doing his best to match her effortlessly soft tone. Mother has always spoken in that soft, commanding tone for as long as Aito can remember. She never raises her voice, but every action of hers commands attention. She’s the perfect alpha female. “It’s simple. That bright color of red is a whores color, it’s suitable for only things like that”. She glances disdainfully at the omega. “And I much prefer this…”.

"Pardon me, young lady. I just found it ridiculous for you to think I am Carly's mother. I mean, how can I steal the young master from you?" I exhaled a deep sigh. "I don't own him, Yen. He's his own person." "Of course, young lady. You're right. But still, there's no way in hell I will be Carly's mother. Do know that Carly's mother is a redhead because she's a cute little redhead, too." She showed me her shoulder-length, raven hair to prove her point. "A redhead?" I unconsciously stared at my hair as well, realizing something. "A redhead like me?"

Roe called happily as she burst through the bedroom door. “You have finally convinced her to get on board then?” she smiled broadly, her eyes switching between the two of us. “Mum, we talked about this. Boundaries” Gunner whined. “Oh shush, I’m your mother, I’ve seen all your bits and pieces” she said waving her hand dismissively at Gunner. I couldn’t help but laugh at the shade of red his face turned, and the look of his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at his mother’s words. Roe took my hands and turned me to face her, smiling at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

which makes me froze. "Why red?" I asked her without in myself. "Because, said teacher Mary, red is the love between mommy and daddy ... because of love that's why I'm here! So from now on, red is my favorite color momma!" "... it's a pity because Dadda isn't here. Momma where is Dada? Is he at work? He's abroad?" I froze for a moment. I don’t know what I’m going to answer to Sunny’s questions. I seemed to cry as I fainted from shock. I didn't expect that ... especially now.

I am Crimson Bold, 'Bold' happens to be my dad name and Crimson was the name my mom gave me at birth before she gave up the ghost. According to my dad the name was unplanned but when I was born they took notice of my deep yet bright red hair which I inherited from my great grandfather and decided to name me Crimson. "MISS BOLD!!!" my dad called again, "I am awake dad, I'm just meditating" well its the common excuse we give when we are caught dozing off but it wasn't completely a lie. I stretched out my cramped bones and slowly opened my eyes to meet my dad deep blue eyes. His eyes were the only physical feature I inherited from him but mine were in ocean deep blue shades.

At the top of the memory was the title; it read “day of birth; one; one.” “Mom,” I whispered as I reached out to touch the memories in front of me. They wrinkled from my touch, but soon reverted to its original form and continued to play. I watched in awe. The fact that I was dying didn’t seem to matter anymore. I finally got to see the people I longed for. So that’s where I get my color from. My mom had bright red hair, caramel skin, three freckles that surrounded her hooked nose paired with a round face & chubby cheeks. Her round, green eyes looked at me with tears as she placed me onto her chest.

Mom stopped talking as her eyes met Red . " Oh my goodness " she gasped emotionally . Oh please don't start ..." I muttered under my breath. " Hey Rick's mom "he said and flashed her a grin . " He's so cute Frederico " She said in Italian language . " C'mon Boys " she said and led us to the dinner table . " Oh my God he's really your exact copy Rico " Grace said smiling . " Hey munchkin I'm Grace your aunt " she said and he smiled . " I'm Frederico but you can call me Red " he said and everyone looked at me in shock .