When Your Mother Doesn't Novels & Stories

Harlan collapsed onto the stage. He stared at me, his lips trembling. "You're… You're…" "I'm your son. The woman you drove away 40 years ago gave birth to your son. You never knew I existed because you never once truly looked at her." I pulled a black container out of my bag. More precisely, an urn. The air went still. "This is my mother. She waited for 40 years in the countryside and never married again. The people there called her names that no woman would ever want to hear.

“Scarlett. About what she’s becoming?” My mother doesn’t answer. She just looks at me for a long time. Then says, “You’re the tether. But a tether only holds if it’s free to flex. You try to stay rigid through this, and you will snap. And when you snap, you take her down with you.” She leaves without another word. I sit in the dark, staring at the dying lines of chalk beneath the rug.And I wonder. What happens when the one thing holding the world together forgets how to hold himself？

Mom, can you please forgive me? I reached out and stroked her cheek as she poured out her grievances. She'd grown into a poised young woman, and I didn't see any scars on her. It was clear that she hadn't suffered much over the years—Vivian's scheme had failed. "I'm just glad you're safe," I said. That was all I could muster due to the distance between us after being apart for years. Ruth didn't get mad. Watching me apprehensively, she called out to Jordan, who was behind her. "Mom, do you still remember Dad? He's been repenting over the years and saying that he did you wrong. What happened back then—"

Rex snapped. “Well, you do not have a mother. And even if you did, your parents never married, so that still makes you the word.”

She looked fresh out of college. Her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke. My intuition as a woman told me she was exactly who I was looking for. Sure enough, the second she saw me, she panicked. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, like she had just come face-to-face with a wild animal. "I-Is there something you need at the s-school?" Her voice shook so badly that she could barely get the words out. Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother.

Her mother stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the parking lot below. "Daggy, listen to me carefully. If Dynan knows Britty is his daughter then he's not going to just let you leave again. Alphas don't work that way, especially not with their own blood." "I know." Daggy's voice came out tired. "That's why I'm so scared, Mama. Because I finally built a life away from all of this and now it's going to come crashing down around me." "Maybe it's time to stop running," Mitchell said gently, turning back to face her. "Maybe it's time to face this head on and figure out what's best for Britty."

Then he spoke, and everything inside me went still. A soft, bitter chuckle. “Maybe that’s why your mum rejected you as a child. You’re such an egocentric person who only cares about themselves. And fuck… you’re such a horrible person.” The words landed like a blade between my ribs. Clean. Precise. Deep. I stopped breathing. My mother. The memory crashed in without warning—seventeen years old, standing in the doorway of our tiny apartment, watching her pack the last suitcase. Her eyes red, voice flat.

"Okay? So? How is that any different to right now? You're going to keep yourself even further away from us? Ignore us even harder? Be even more rude and ungrateful? Fine. Go on with your life. Keep pumping inhibitors into yourself every day until you're addicted and even weaker than you are right now." "You know I will," I growl under my breath. I'm incapable of giving up and letting someone else win, but fuck, I'm drained. I'm defeated, just like Zee said. But he’s not ever here to pick me up, he lied. "Yes, I know. That's why I won't tell your father any of this. I'll let him keep thinking that his dear son is finding his peace in a human city. The last thing I want is for him to worry abo

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"What does me choosing not to study medicine have to do with my daddy and mommy?" Boye said with great emphasis, "Your mommy is suffering from a mental illness. She can’t be triggered, otherwise, it’ll induce physical disorders, depression, and anxiety. Did you know that when your mommy got sick the last time, she was at her limit? If she relapses in the future, she won’t be able to live a normal life anymore. Your task is to stretch her limit."