Turning Red Mom Name Novels & Stories

"He was the one who helped me enroll in the academy?" She nods. I step away from her. Tears flood my eyes. "Who was he? Have I met him before?" I can't even begin to wrap my head around that. "Yes, you have." I breathe in deeply. I look at Corey, then Deo. Then Anice. Her eyes are on the table and she still looks painfully disinterested in all of this. For a moment, I wish I was like her. Uncaring. Disinterested. "Who?" "I'll give you a hint," Corey cuts in. "Mom's maiden name was Grim. Grimwylde was a variation she used to include him. Make him a part of us."

"This is how we grew up. When you're a cool kid, you get two moms, and you gotta learn to be specific." He leaned against the counter. "We had a system. Katherine was 'Witch Mom' because she did all the magic stuff. Lauren was 'Wolf Mom' because, well, obvious reasons." He looked at Onika, then at Annie. "So in your case... Onika's clearly Wolf Mom. Easy. But Annie?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Immortal Mom? Fire Mom? Ember Mom? They all sound kinda weird, not gonna lie." Annie shot him a look. "Yeah, whatever."

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

“Mom” —-------

“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.” “I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—” “Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.

he chastises in his loving tone. We walk the long hallway silently, hugging one another while we walk. I am waiting anxiously until we are out of my father’s supernatural earshot. Soon, we reach the carpark and mom drags her hand across the many keys hanging on their hooks in their cabinet. “How do you feel about red today?” she asks, knowing full well the topless red jeep is my favorite vehicle of the bunch. “Why mother, you wouldn’t happen to be buttering me up, would you?” I say coyly.

I finally stopped sulking and put in the work to keep the restaurant afloat. "Your mom's husband is hot." Anne teased when she came over to help me do a make over in my room. Since Italy didn't work out for me might as well make Sicily work out for me. I was changing the colors on my childhood bedroom to white and she was helping. Well, not exactly the help I need, since she was busy ogling at Gus through the window much to my dismay. "Do you think he is ready to move or he is devoted to your mom and won't look at another woman down to his dying days."

If I didn’t open the door, however, who would take the punishment for Bella? Seeing no reaction, Mom was absolutely livid. “You’re getting bolder now, aren’t you, Raiden? Giving me an attitude now, huh? You think that by keeping the door closed, you can avoid the beating? I’ll show you a good lesson today!” Fuming, Mom stepped back and was ready to kick the door down with all her might.

Mom requested. ****

“Mom!!” TBC