Are You My Mother Book Pages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Facing my lifeless body on the floor, it let out a harsh buzzing sound, saying, "Failed! No effort detected. Failed!" Only when the phone's final trace of battery drained did it suddenly fall silent with a soft click. My head rolled and struck the corner of the desk. A workbook that had been lying on the table slipped off and landed at my mom's feet. She lowered her head. The pages were filled with writing. [Mom, I really did try my best. I told you so many times… If there is another life, will you forgive me?] "Erwin!" my mom screamed. She collapsed onto the floor, shaking her head desperately as tears streamed down her face.

Cold and distant and very bright. I thought about my father sitting across from me promising he was done failing me. The guilt in his violet eyes, so much like my own. The way his voice had cracked when he spoke about my mother. Then I thought about those missing pages. Four or five pages from the most important three weeks of my strategic work. Gone. Removed carefully enough that Mira had not noticed until she went looking. I pushed off the wall and walked back toward my cabin. I had barely stepped inside and closed the door when something crinkled under my foot.

To my dear son whom I stood and watched suffering without doing anything. To I, Emily, Luna to the Waterfall pack. The dedication read. “What's this?” I couldn't help but ask. As I flipped through the dust covered pages, my mind ran a thousand miles. My mother kept a ledger of her life in the pack. I hope this book finds you; Artemis Logan. If it does not then I'll be fine but if it does, know that I would always love you My hands ran through the alphabets as the organ in between my rib cage drew tight and hot.

Sarkhan is laying on my bed reading a… book? I don't own any books though… Oh! My eyes bulged out and my mouth dropped, give me a break! The title was 'What your mother didn't tell you about being a woman'. It was a sex, hormones, and masturbation guide my mother had given me when I was 17. Like a frenzied animal, I hopped and leaped to snatch the book but he is faster to raise his arm above my head. "Your mother didn't tell you many things." He smirks down at me as I've landed half on his lap.

To my advantage the potions were all labeled now all I have to do is to find a potions book to be able to know which one of the to use. I shuffled the entire library and there was no book with such information, I sighed when I checked my wrist watch to see the time. This is literally insane!!, there most be a book somewhere!!, right?, ugh!!, I don’t even know. I sat down with my eyes on my mother’s last diary, I read through the pages patiently and orderly, she had a dark and miatirious life!!, filled with hate, disire,lost and envy. Making me wounder if I was truly a new version of my mother or Zemia?!, they both left their true love because of their first love, they both just needed advice

Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences. Verena's hands were shaking as she reached for the Lunaria book. She had to see it again to prove to herself that she wasn't losing her mind. As the whole place became more dimly lit with the moon being blocked by the clouds, she flipped through the pages, and panic began to set in. The words that had once danced on the page were now gone, replaced by blank sheets. "No, no, no," she muttered, her heart racing. "This can't be happening. Where are the words?"

I did a quick scan and found that some of the pages were crumpled and torn. This would be the perfect time to see what was inside the book since Mother was away. She was in her usual routine, fishing. I scanned every page and looked for the words ‘love’ and ‘potion’. I was lucky that my mother taught me how to read and write. She told me that it’s the only gift that she could give me that I could use for the rest of my life. Spells, enchantments, curses, taboos. It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’.

“Go ahead.” I sit cross-legged on the floor, flipping the stiff pages. There she is. His mother. A strikingly beautiful woman with kind eyes and a smile so much like Julian’s it tugs at my heart. There are pictures of her cradling a baby Julian, with the roundest cheeks and a mop of dark curls. I giggle softly. “You were such a chubby baby.” Julian groans behind me. “Don’t remind me.” I laugh, but the sound dies in my throat when a sharp ache slices through my chest.

Dust billowed into the air, and I coughed, brushing it away to reveal a collection of items—small trinkets, a few worn books, and a leather-bound journal that looked well-worn. I picked up the journal, my fingers tracing the faded cover, and opened it to the first page. My mother’s handwriting stared back at me, delicate and neat, like the strokes of an artist. There, on the first page, was a simple message: To my children, so that you may one day understand. The words brought tears to my eyes, and I could feel Levi and Bea leaning closer, reading over my shoulder. Flipping through the pages, I skimmed her words, some filled with memories of us growing up, others that hinted at a past we’d n

I hope im able to get over this feeling soon as I have made a promise to my mother. Please rate and comment on main page. Thank you for reading my book