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Betrayed By One, Chosen By Another

Betrayed By One, Chosen By Another

It was a burden made from years of tradition and courage, heavy and unusual but comforting in its strength. The air around me buzzed with excitement, a lively energy that felt like the heartbeat of our people. When my mother looked at me, her smile brightened the fading light, filling me with warmth like a soft breeze on a hot summer day. In that moment, I could almost feel her pride wrapping around me like a warm hug, giving me a sense of belonging and purpose.
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The Lullaby of Wolfbane

The Lullaby of Wolfbane

Dad sits at the head of the table with a coffee too strong to be healthy, eyes red rimmed from a night of too little sleep, hands clenched around the mug as if it holds the courage he’s never quite learned to offer. “Today,” Mom says, theatrically calm. “Today we begin a new chapter.” She glances at me with that practised warmth that can coax a smile from a wolf, though I’ve learned it’s not warmth at all, just a careful heat aimed at keeping me docile.
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The Alpha's Deceit

The Alpha's Deceit

A large, inviting sofa was the focal point, a witness to countless cozy movie nights and shared laughter. My mother, forever youthful at the age of forty, was a vision of kindness and warmth. She possessed the same dazzling smile that I had inherited, always ready with compliments about my beauty and achievements and her eyes held a depth of love that made me feel cherished. Her long, straight hair gracefully framed her face, and her presence was a soothing balm to the soul.
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Mother

Mother

Her mother searched for her through the crowd while she watched in amusement, she rushed down immediately, pushing through the crowds and to her mother who she hadn’t seen in a while. Barb Goodman, who had been searching for her daughter saw her approaching with open hands trying to initiate a hug. She opened her hands immediately and pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, Arlene pulled away a bit, and her mum patted her fluttering hair to the side and tucked them at the back of her ear. Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car.
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In search of  true heart

In search of true heart

She stroked his hair, a soothing motion that spoke of countless nights spent by his bedside, of comforting him through childhood fears and dreams. For Rajeev, the embrace was a sanctuary. He had always felt a part of him was missing, an emptiness that nothing else could fill. But now, in his mother’s arms, he felt whole. The scent of her, the softness of her touch, even the faint sound of her breath—all these familiar sensations wrapped around him like a warm, reassuring blanket.
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Surrogate Mother

Surrogate Mother

Daniel came over and rubbed Audrey's shoulder. Audrey shook her head no. "I want to stay here with him. Right now Kenzie is fighting for his life, how can I rest when he is trying so hard? The child must also be very tired, but I am sure that Kenzie will not give up." Daniel gently squeezed Audrey's shoulder. He could feel the motherly love shown by Audrey. The woman even tried to look strong even though Daniel could see the fragile look in her eyes. A mother should be like this. A mother's sincere love will be very visible if something happens to her child.
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Twist of Fate

Twist of Fate

I don't know why, but I felt like if anyone of these two were beside me I would have felt better. I still remember how my mother used to take care of me when I got a fever during childhood. She would feed me with her hands, she would make me sleep on her lap, she wouldn't leave me alone even for a minute. I still can't forget how she used to cherish my hair when I slept on her lap. It's like her hands have some magic that makes me forget my illness by putting me to sleep as fast as possible. i can blindly trust my mom's hand made Rasam more than any tablets or tonics. her warm smile can make me feel the safest and strongest life alive on earth. and the next day i will be fine as if her magic
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unagiirose
come here after completing Her path of thorns and I was expecting the same kind of stuffs here too but was surprised to read some things totally different from previous book of the same author. read lot of love stories but this one hits different. And more excited to read further chaps. <3
Kikky Alem
it's a love story or sure, but the way she is explaining every emotion of the love between Rishi Anu and Anbu is what makes this book unique. while reading it I felt like I'm back to my clg days, so relatable and connecting. but again the curiosity to know the suspense is killing me. update soon.
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His Possession

His Possession

I'M A CHILD again, cowering, shaking like a leaf as I step down the stairs and face my tormentors. "Oh, honey!" With a loud sob, she walks towards me and gathers me in an embrace. My confusion is out of the world as I stand still like a statue and have my mother break down in my arms. A mother's embrace is like the warmest of sheets on a gloomy, cold night acting like a shield that gives you the safety that nothing cruel could ever touch you but for me, she's that cruel thing.
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The Price Of Fate

The Price Of Fate

The wound looked angry, red and wet and torn, the stitches pulled apart like they’d given up. My stomach turned. My mother inhaled sharply. Then she placed her hand over it. I expected pressure. Pain. Maybe another scolding. Instead, Warmth bloomed beneath her palm. Not the warmth of skin. Something deeper. Something impossible. I sucked in a breath as a soft light flickered from between her fingers. Faint at first. Then brighter. A pale glow poured over my wound like moonlight turned liquid. My eyes widened. My whole body went rigid. “Mum…” I whispered, voice trembling. “What, what is that?”
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