Novel & Cerita Alindog Ni Mama

Please, mommy! " Mommy is very tired…" Kia said and looked at his mother. " Don't worry, mommy is feeling very good. I will do that with you guys, okay?" She said and smiled as she walked up to them. " Now, go and hide yourselves. Five … four…." She said while they hurriedly went ahead to hide themselves. As soon as Kim and Honey got to a point, they stumbled on each other but Kia hurriedly stood up and went to hide, leaving Beauty there for a second.

A rich young lady like Riley, how could she possibly know how to cook? Previously, she could not even take the slightest bit of smoke or smell of oil. "Your head has a wound, what Supper are you going to make? Just Return to your room and sleep early!". Riley finally walked back. Riley did not reply, turning to speak to Auntie Shu and the other helpers, "It's already late. All of you can go to rest." Auntie Shu originally wanted to say more, but seeing how Mr.Noah had returned, she quietened down, nodding her head before leaving the living room.

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

After seeing the doctor, he took the medicine and rested. In a haze, the familiar scent of flowers lingered at his nose, and a cool hand rested on his cheek. His body burned with fever, yet his heart felt icy. In his haze, he couldn't tell whether it was Tanya holding him or… his birth mother, Olga. Luciano felt a cold, silky strip brush against him, probably the cuff of her sleeve, so chilling it made his head spin. "Madre…" "Luciano, how are you?" "Luciano? He probably had a nightmare."

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

Lydia jumb off my mother lap trying to cover herself while Hannah look mad, madder then usual. "What are you doing here" she growls at me. "I live here" i mumble back still shocked making my mother growl even worst. "Mistress please" lydia try to plead with her mate but it doesn't work, one look from my mother and lydia look down staying out of it.

I lay motionless on the ground. Trembling with rage, my mother stepped forward and stomped hard on my wrist. "Briana, pretending to be dead in front of everyone just to embarrass me. Are you very proud of yourself? "Do you think being my daughter means you get special treatment? "The biggest mistake of my life was insisting on giving birth to you in the first place!" Several people nearby gasped sharply. Sharon covered her mouth, but the delight in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Knowing my mother, she just might. "Mom," I almost cringed at how pathetic I sounded. The fury she unleashed on her next words has both Samantha and me recoiling, shuffling back on the bed. "What is the meaning of this?"

I walked over to the balcony, enjoying the wind before softly replying, "I've called you like this several times before, Yohan." It was also my first time being a mother. I felt anxious and did not know what to do every time Julian got sick. Even with the family doctor present, I still called Yohan with trembling hands. My voice broke whenever I begged for him to come home. However, I could still recall his icy reply back then. I replied, "You told me, it's one thing I couldn't take care of myself, but how could I fail to take care of Juli as well?" "Naomi, I—" Yohan's voice was hoarse.

He glared at me with intense disgust, his young face a mirror of his father's when angry: "I knew you never loved me! Why are you breaking the mate bond with Dad? I never agreed to this! Have you been wanting to abandon us all along?" Spittle flew from his mouth as he shouted. I calmly pushed him away, my hands firm on his shoulders: "I'm not your mother anymore. Breaking the mate bond doesn't require your permission." My son froze momentarily, his eyes widening at my cold words. After all, the last time he saw me, I was still that pitiful mother desperately trying to win his affection, begging for scraps of love from my own child.