Motherand Stories

this is just a thing of what I drew

Belle, desperate to connect with her critically ill mother, found herself facing the harsh reality of selling their home to cover mounting hospital bills. While cleaning out the bookshelves in their living room, she stumbled upon her mother's long-forgotten photo album. As she pored over the faded pictures, a strange dizziness overcame her, and she found herself inexplicably transported back to her mother's childhood. Realizing this might be her only chance to help her mother, Belle determined to subtly alter the past, hoping to ensure a happier, healthier life for the woman she loved.

A story of how the birth of a little boy, saved the life of his mother from depression, heartache, and death. His name is Adoniah and I learned the meaning of true love from the moment I held him in my hands. Disclaimer: This work is based on a true story and with a Christian faith basis. It is not meant to offend any person or faith and is purely the author's point of view.

A spoken word from the heart itself.

"He taught me that when you embrace your fears, they become part of you, darkness became part of me" Growing up with a very sadistic murderer, Giana Russo learns what survival means at a very young age. Watching her mother die, her little sister being taken away from her and the death of so many others, Giana starts to embrace the darkness that surrounds her as normal. Her only hope in the dark tunnel being her bestfriend Eric, her brothers and the red roses that glimmer in the garden.

"What do you think you're doing?!" "Walking into my house." I replied calmly, "Your house? Your house? Do you even know who I am?" I chuckled, "Yup I do, Elon Evans, spoiled rich brat, son of William Evans the II" "O-oh? You- you know who I am then." He stammered, surprised either at my description or the fact that I knew exactly who he was. "So who do you think you are to be walking into my house?" "Me? Who do I think I am? Well honeybunches-" He interrupted me angrily, "Don't call me that, woman!" I gave him a smirk and continuted, "-my name is Thena, but you can call me 'Mom'." And with that I winked at the dumbstruck boy and strolled into the manor, smiling to myself.

A story of a mother and child Language: English mixed with Cebuano Collaboration with Jann Pial

Natasha's daughter is getting married. When the girl secretly finds out she has three possible fathers, she invites them to the wedding without telling her mother. When Steve, Bruce and Bucky arrive, Natasha thinks back on her time with them while trying to make sure her daughter's wedding goes off without a hitch. The problem: Natasha doesn't know who the father is either. A "Mamma Mia" AU