Naughty Mom Novels & Stories

Yet, as if she couldn't feel any pain at all, she dug more and more wildly, shouting, "Helena, come out! Come out and look at me! I'll never scold you again! I'm begging you!" At some point, Dad had appeared behind her. He watched all of this coldly and said, "You can drop the act." Mom's hands froze mid-motion. Dad continued hoarsely, "I was away on business all year round and left both kids in your care. When Irwin loaded up on two dollars' worth of game coins, you made Helena strip naked and livestream to pay off the debt. "When Irwin got caught stealing, you made Helena kneel in public and slap herself to beg for forgiveness. When Irwin wouldn't stop drinking soda, you filled a soda bott

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

Then Mom's voice cut through the chaos. "Alicia, come here. Come to me!" My eyes burned as I ran toward her. Matthew suddenly shouted, "Lauren, Nora's still over there. Save her!" Mom looked at me, then at Nora in the distance. Dad's voice went hoarse from shouting. "Lauren, save Alicia! Someone else will help Nora!" Mom hesitated. Then she looked at me. "Alicia, wait for me." Wait for her. Again. She turned, picked Nora up, and ran the other way.

Through the black hole, I stepped into a warm and cozy home. A floral scent filled the air. I tried to summon the System, but was met with silence. Just as I was about to look around, the bedroom door swung open, and out walked a beautiful woman. The woman was taken aback to see me. I recognized who she was right away. It was my mother, Kylee. Kylee looked just as pretty in the photos. While I was at a loss for what to do, Kylee broke down in tears. She bolted over and flung her arms around me. “Niamh? Is that really you, my Niamh?”

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

That’s not true! She must have been bribed by my mom! The livestream comments were already full of insults. [So we thought she was a pitiful kid, but she’s rotten to the core.] [I love seeing evil people shoot themselves in the foot. So satisfying!] [Her mom has been traumatized by her original family all these years… finally speaking out.] [I’m seriously afraid to have kids now. If I raise someone like Matilda, my life would be over.] Under pressure, I desperately connected with other relatives and friends.

The post had been updated. Mom was crying online again, saying her younger daughter got framed while her older daughter was jealous, bitter, and cruel. Then that same commenter popped up again. [LindaKnowsBest: Then say she's mentally unstable. Claim she was terrified her prettier younger sister would steal her husband, so she set the whole thing up on purpose.] [LindaKnowsBest: Make the medical records and chat logs look legit.] Mom replied almost instantly. [Thank you! I'll do it right away!]

I had not even had time to clean up the water. My mom walked over and frowned in irritation. "Erwin Hunt!" She sniffed the air, her expression darkening further. "How can you be this lazy? Didn't you say you were sick? You can't even maintain basic hygiene, and now you're ruining the house, too! You're so lazy, you're practically a pig!" Suddenly, I remembered something from when I was younger. To make us finish our tasks, my mom once set a rule: anyone who did not complete them was not allowed to bathe.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Grandma Granger held her hand tightly as she chose a less intense topic, “If you’re doing well inside the orphanage, why did you run out?” “Because I want to find my Mommy,” muttered Momo as she pouted. She blinked as if she was about to cry but bit her lips to hold it in. It was a sorry sight. “The children in the orphanage said my Mommy is bad,” she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.”