You Never Love Me Mom Novels & Stories

However, it just scoffed and said, "You're so silly. But you're right; we can't let her die. What if she makes us draw lots before we're allowed to sleep in the casket?" Then, a brief, cold breeze blew around Mom's neck. She got such a fright that her hands wobbled violently for a while. After freezing for a couple of seconds, tears gushed from her eyes. "Was that you, Belle? It was you, wasn't it?" Mom then burst into loud tears once more. "I'm sorry, Belle! I've let you down! I've already burned the lottery box! I won't ever make you draw lots again! "Mom actually loves you very much! It's just that you were too sensible and understanding from the moment you were born! You wouldn't even cr

I said. "Do you really have to leave?" mom asked me. I was definitely not going to answer that. My mom was a successful lawyer and I knew she was trying to win me over. I can't give her the chance to do that. I needed this freedom. I laid on my bed and stared at my ceiling while popping blue berries into my mouth. "I love you Mei Xing Lin," mom said. "I am not dying mom," I joked. "At least not yet," I murmured. "I just want you to know mom is always here, everything I and your dad did for you was because we loved you," she said.

“Catherine, it's mommy! Help me, please!! Don't you love me anymore?” Apparently, my mother’s last ditch effort to make me release her neck failed. I wasn't planning to let her go even for a second. “You don’t deserve love anymore, mother.” I uttered, staring down on her eyes with deep raging hatred or even loathing towards her I could never quell no matter how many times she begs me in desperation.

“You’re right. Especially when the guy likes you but is too scared to say it.” "He doesn't even like me..." The words slip out of my mouth so casually that it takes a few seconds for them to have impact. She furrows her brows in a frown. "That's not true," My throat tightens. “And how would you know that?” She swallows and leans back on the couch, kicking her feet up. “You know I told him that I always thought my mom loved him and you appeared from nowhere to snatch him away from her?" My brows lift in surprise but I don't say anything. She had a right to think that because it was more or less the truth. "Well, I discovered yesterday that my mom never really loved him. She was loyal, but she

CARMEN "I said that you should stop it please Mom! I am not with him because of his money! What do you take me for?! I do love him and he loves me back!" I said to my mom. She snorted at this. "You may love him but I can assure you that he doesn't love you at all. You are just someone who's fun to play with for now. He'll dump you soon. And then your heart will be broken. Let's just hope that he doesn't leave you with a child that you'll be forced to raise all by yourself!" Mom said.

He held my face in his hand . Of course I love you in fact I can’t even tell you when I had fallen for you,” he nearly shouted. “ When my mom died? She asked. “but You never told me you loved me. Not once in those times.” “Okay, you are right , quite honestly, I didn’t even know I loved you. I told you, I’d never had lucked with the girls I had dated, they only care about my money, after all my failed relay to use to believe all girls are just gold digger” I raised her eyebrows at him.

"Holly, we're having another child. This time, it's really ours. Don't worry. I'll take care of them, I swear. Holly, what should we name them? Do you think they'll look more like you or me?" Question after question had tumbled out of his lips. I'd had no answers. I had only smiled and kissed him. If only time had stopped at that moment. Without love, there would be no hate. Without happiness, the pain wouldn't have come so fiercely. Elliot carefully cradled the small, crimson bundle in his arms. This time, he let go of all his pride. He dropped to his knees and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. "Holly, how could you be so cruel? You cut us off just like that! Holly, please come back… I can

All the things I once dreamed of having were now within my grasp, but it did not interest me anymore. I gently pushed the artwork back toward him, my gaze steady as I looked at my dad. "I don’t like calligraphy. I never liked it. I only pretended to like it because I was envious. I envied how Issa could scribble just a few words and earn your praise. I just wanted your love. But Mr. and Mrs. Acosta, I don’t need it anymore." The change in how I addressed them made their eyes widen in shock. My mom’s head shot up to look at me, her expression devastated.

' I have long decided. I will never love Gab the same way that my Mom had loved my Dad and now she's gone. I will never love him.

Do you hate me? Tears shimmered in her eyes, but her voice cut like glass. "We're sisters, but you've never even called." She wiped her eyes like she was auditioning for an Oscar. "I know I got all of Mom and Dad's love. But hey—love can't be forced, right? "Mom's sick. You haven't shown your face once. If you keep running, how am I supposed to help you fix things?" I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.