Voluptious Moms Novels & Stories

Why would I invite a rat back into my pantry and offer my dinner as its litter box? "The fact that it's been 'all those years' is exactly why I've run out of patience. She took advantage of your kindness to provoke me over and over. Mom, do you know what the other staff say behind your back? "They say that if they didn't know how well Ellie plays the victim in front of you, they'd suspect you were the one telling her to make my life miserable." The moment I said that, Mom's prepared list of excuses died in her throat. A flicker of guilt crossed her eyes.

The door opened, and an elegant woman with a concerned expression entered. "Gemma, darling! You're finally awake! Doctor, how is she? How is my daughter-in-law?" Elijah's mother, Marina Davenport, took Gemma's hand in hers with a protective gesture. Meanwhile, Elijah, who was standing silently to the side, couldn't take his eyes off Gemma. He still couldn't believe what the doctor had told him. She was pregnant. Gemma was going to give him a child. Although he had never contemplated the possibility of becoming a father with her, he accepted that the baby was his. He couldn't deny that they had slept together that night after he argued with his father and drank until he almost lost his mind.

(Dominic’s POV) Women were like champagne; best when expensive, bubbly, and easy to forget in the morning. A fresh bottle every night kept the taste sharp, the bubbles alive. I’d had enough to drown a weaker man. Brunettes with pouting lips, blondes with manicured nails that dug into my skin like they wanted to own me, redheads who swore they’d be the one to tame me. They all blurred together in the end. Names forgotten, perfume fading, lingerie left like trophies in my penthouse drawers.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

she asked Saviel. “It’s one of the luxury brands they use. Everything in the mansion is like that.” They bought shoes and other things before eating at a famous fast-food restaurant. “I’ve only ever seen this place on TV,” Charlene said in amazement. “This is your first time here?” Saviel asked. “Yes. I only see places like this on television.” After eating, the children ran toward the playground. “Señorita Wency!” Saviel shouted as she climbed higher and higher on the tall blocks, clearly enjoying teasing him. Charlene could only laugh while watching—Saviel was completely stressed out by how hyper they were.

Tears started to pool in her eyes, and I could hear her whimpering behind her hands. “Oh, my girls. Look how beautiful you are” she sobbed and fanned her face. “Thanks Roe” I smiled at her, “Thanks Ma” Nat cooed. “Come here you two” she held her arms out for us and we stepped into them simultaneously, wrapping her up in our arms. Roe wound one of her arms around my shoulder tightly and squeezed. “My daughters” she gushed with another sob. “Mum, cut it out or you’ll ruin your makeup” Nat jeered as she pulled away.

However, when we got home, we still had to endure all the sermon of our mother and matriarch. "It's an unparalleled irresponsibility," she said, almost releasing smoke through the sales of so much anger. Our mother was a woman known for her kindness and patience, for her to be in that state, it could only mean one thing: "Are you aware of how much the media is thirsty for any slip in your image? Why do you insist on acting like children, since they were raised in this world, and do you know how it works?”

So she hesitantly questioned, "Why do you ask, Mom?!" “No reason. Just, I am concerned about you and I do not want you to harm yourself again," Eva answered. By pushing Rilika's shoulder and saying, Eva broke off the hug and forced Rilika to look into her eyes. “If you just ask, your mother will climb the mountain to bring you happiness: I can do anything for you.” Wide and sincere, Rilika's smile emanated from her heart. Her mother's words calm her frenzied nerves.

Aunt Sienna’s annoying voice rang. “Melinda!” I screamed. “That’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. Melinda is rubbing off on you…” she paused and sniffled. “Please, do not become like her. If you begin to behave like Melinda I won't have anyone to exert my revenge on,” she cries, her voice overly dramatic. “Sienna leave my kids alone,” Mum yells from the kitchen. “They’re my kids too!” Aunt Sienna countered. “I gave birth to them!” Mum yells.