When Your Mother Doesn't Novels & Stories

] Big N: [Does your mother really have depression? E: [Do you think I'll curse my mother?] His mother had depression when he was terribly sick. Big N: [Okay then! Seeing how pretty she is and how nice she looks when she smiles, I really won't know that your mother has depression.] E: [Your mother is a truly spirited person too. I didn't notice that she has high blood pressure as well.] Big N: [Bro, it's pointless arguing. Can we find a way to settle this problem?]

At times I get mad if I begin to think about my mother. Is she alive or dead? Am I not sick and bored with the fact that I had a mother whereby in reality I don’t have one. Why don’t I throw that mentality out of my mind completely and presume that I don’t have parents? It's possible to do that? No, it doesn’t seem so easy like that. I was talking to myself as if I was mad

"He’s your son! How could you do this? It’s... it’s sick." "He stopped being my son the moment he signed my death warrant," he replied, his eyes turning into chips of black ice. He stood up, towering over me, his powerful physique a testament to the brutal discipline he’d used to rebuild his life. "He’s a weak, sniveling squatter in a house built on my blood. He failed to protect you, and he failed to kill me. Now, he’s just a ghost in a suit, and you’re the woman who belongs to the man he tried to murder."

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

He was acting tough, but the stakes for him were real—his entire future was riding on this moment. I turned back to the camera, forcing a soft, defensive laugh to slip past my lips. "Mom, Richard... this is completely ridiculous," I said, my voice steady and unwavering. "No one is manipulating me." My mother blinked, taken aback by my tone. "Avery—"

Mom remained frozen for a full five seconds before letting out her second shriek of the day, this one more anguished than the one she'd let out on the field. She finally got the whole picture. I wasn't just "stubbornly digging my heels in". In the last few minutes of my life, I'd used all the strength I could muster to write a final message to her. But she'd been too busy teaching the class to see what was happening less than 250 feet away, separated by only a wall and some windows. Mom slid off the chair, falling onto her knees. Her head even banged against the concrete floor. "Julia… I had no idea… I swear I didn't know… You came back… You came back but… I didn't hear you… I was the one wh

*** I take a deep breath and calm my nerves as I approach the hall where the party is already in motion. I remember my mother's words before I left the house and a bitter smile paints my lips. “ Don't come back tonight without a man. I don't care how yóu do it. Seduce one if that's what it takes to find a mate. After all, that's what you strive best at." Those words stabbed me straight into my heart. You would expect a mother to say something nice to her daughter, well,not my mother. I can't remember the làst time I heard something kind from her.

Fifteen men died saving my sister Serena from a fire. My mother said Serena’s life had been saved at the cost of fifteen lives. We couldn’t put her through any more pain. But the debt our family owed still had to be paid. So my mother put it in my name. When one of their families needed help with a family event, Mom made me give up my weekend for them. When another family needed my professor’s recommendation, Mom made me give it to them. When a third family needed a kidney, Mom made me give them mine. She always said, “This is a debt we owe them. Serena isn’t strong enough, so you’ll pay it for her.” A month after surgery, I came home for Thanksgiving. Before I could enter the house, Mom for

Jasper’s POV My mother’s message arrived before I finished checking Ayla’s latest route changes. It contained only four words. 'Come now. Don’t argue.' I stared at it for a while before closing the file in front of me. My mother did not usually waste time pretending her requests were polite, but there was something different about this one. There was no explanation or insult, there was not even one of her usual reminders about everything I supposedly owed the people who had kept me alive.

Caleb looks like he is ready to shift and tear this place apart. “Your mate, is this a freaking joke?” My mother’s words are scathing. “Who would want her as a mate? Do you realize she is nothing but a murderous tramp?” My face is flaming bright with embarrassment as my mother continues. Eighteen years of hate and anger are pouring out of her like a waterfall.