シングルマザー Novels & Stories

Rosita. Riley stopped in his tracks on hearing this and swiftly turned her gaze to her mother's bed. "What is there to understand mum....?" she queried. "No, what do you... want me to understand? You want me to understand that a woman out of her jealousy, hunted down my family and killed my dad...? You want me to understand that someone out there is spying on us and wants my entire family wiped out....?" she mumbled amidst tears. Rosita and Lian stared at her speechless and devastated.

I never had the privilege of ordering the food I wanted, nor was I a picky eater like her. I had no freedom to choose. It was either her cooking or nothing. In the end, my mother bought nothing. On the way back, the meat kiosk's owner took out a bowl of cooked meat and handed it to the beggar beside him. "Here. My daughter just won a prize in her piano competition today. This is on me." A beggar. Piano competition. Those hit her like a truck. My mother suddenly bent over, and tears fell. "Jessica… My dear Jessica… Someone does love her. I love her. She's my daughter."

His voice was a deep whisper. “Because you didn’t deserve to be their father!” Her voice rose, “You left me when I needed you, Ethan. I lost our other child because you decided to take Zoe home. The more I think about it the more stupid I feel and the more I hate you. You hurt me and pushed me away so, don’t stand there looking at me like I’m the worst person on earth because when it comes to my kids I’ll be the worst woman alive. Do you have any idea how hard life is as a single mother with no connection and having to start from scratch? It’s fucking hell but I had to!” At this point, tears were now rolling down her face and her breath was labored.

“Do you know how I survived when your father was barely there? When I was left to raise you, Leonardo, and Xavier alone after he passed?” I looked up at her, startled. Mama rarely spoke of those years. “You were so young then,” she continued, her voice carrying both pride and sorrow. “Leonardo and Xavier tried to be strong, but they were still only a child. And yet—we made it. Not because it was easy. Not because I wasn’t terrified. But because motherhood… it gave me strength I never knew I had. You three gave me strength.” Her eyes shone, not with tears but with something fiercer. “This is why I honor every woman who raises her children alone. It is a kind of quiet heroism the world does no

I couldn’t deny the flutter in my chest whenever he called to check up, but it was always accompanied by a sinking feeling in my stomach. I was a single mother. My Son, Liam, was just two years old—a bright, bubbly little boy who was the center of my world. But I couldn’t shake the fear that my status as a single mom would be a dealbreaker for someone like Smith. He was a wealthy, smart, handsome bachelor with a glamorous life. Why would he want to get involved with someone who already had a child? The thought haunted me, especially as our connection deepened.

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

“Why are you crying?” She giggled and glanced at the screen. “It was a movie,” she replied and I looked at the laptop, then back at her. “What could have made you cry in the movie?” She took a shaky breath, then began to speak. “It’s about this woman named Elena who is a single mother raising her little boy, Lucas, after her husband died in a car accident when Lucas was only two. They live in this tiny apartment above a bakery, and every morning she wakes up early to bake bread so she can sell it and pay for Lucas’ medicine because he has a heart condition that needs expensive treatment. She works two jobs, barely sleeps, but she never lets him see how scared she is. Lucas is this bright, fu

“Killing bad guys is fun. The light in her eyes changed to sadness. Ro was against this ‘work’; however, she understood our reasons. She took the big sister role for us. The pacifist of the family. The first to whom we all run when our asses get burnt. She was the first adopted. When she was about to be sold, Tamor interfered. He killed the seller; her husband. A witch and fae hybrid. A powerful gem. So many were after her butt. Although Ro was 20, the best decision was to make her a part of the family. You see no one was stupid enough to mess with Tamor to put their hands on her. Turned out, her husband killed her parents and tricked her into believing he was the good guy who tried his best

“I know we just met today and I’m nobody to you---” “T-Thank you,” now I’m the one who feels embarrassed. “I’m the mother here, and yet I don’t know how I should treat my daughter in the right way.” I looked outside the glass wall of the restaurant and saw lots of people walking around. “It’s hard being a single mother, raising my child alone after what we had been through before, but I can’t give up. I swear that I would do anything for Kiara, she’s the center of my life. So, if facing my trauma would help her, then I will gladly do it without thinking twice.”

“I apologize for everything my mum told you. She shouldn't have done that. She has no right to do that. I'm sorry that you had to get insulted because of me.” “I don't understand what I've done wrong, Roland. Is it bad to be a single mother? Is it a crime to fall in love? I came back here, so I'd be able to give Olivia a better life, so she'd be able to attend the best school around here, then I met you and fell in love with you. Am I paying the price of being greedy just for once?” She questioned. Roland was becoming confused. “What are you talking about? Greedy?” He asked.