Are You My Mother Book Pages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The pages flipped on their own, fast at first, then slower, until they stopped right in the middle of the book. Words began to glow. Not carved or written. Glowing. My breath caught in my throat as I read. “My little boy is all grown up…” The sentence shook me. There was a faint blur at the end of it, like the ink had been smeared by tears when it was written, and I swear my chest physically tightened. The next line appeared slowly, like it was being written in real time. “Victor… you need the Gem of Life to live.” My hands trembled. The writer is really is my mother. But…

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

"I brought her here because she is the one person who can tell you the truth." My mother began shaking her head. "Don't." The crowned woman smiled. "Tell her." I looked at my mother. "Tell me what?" She closed her eyes. Then, with tears running down her face, she whispered, "I was never your mother." My entire body went cold. The woman on the throne smiled. "Now you are ready to learn who your real mother is." END OF CHAPTER 111

Inside lay a small, leather-bound book, its edges were green with mold, but the initials on the cover made my breath hitch. M. R. "Miriam Rashford," I breathed, my hands shaking as I pulled the book out. "My mother." The triplets crowded around me as I carefully flipped open the fragile pages. Most of the entries were old, detailing her desperate attempts to shield me from Kael’s cruelty when I was a toddler. But as I reached the final, hurried pages, the ink became smudged with dried tears.

He finally got it then and took the cover off. "A photo album?" he muttered as he reached for it. He went over to his study table and sat down as he flipped through. He opened the first page and noticed his dad standing with a beautiful lady in her 30s. "Is that my mum...?" he mumbled, removing the picture from the album. He stared at the picture as his eyes flashed with rage, hatred building up in his heart. "I'll make you pay for this Nichole. I'll get revenge for my mother," he mumbled indignantly.

It was as if she only asked that question in passing. They came back home, and my mother went into my room for the first time in her life. Books were strewn about haphazardly on my desk. She picked up a random one and flicked through a few pages. After a beat, she clenched her knuckles. I highlighted a lot of points in the chapters outlining the effects of biological families on a person and thoughts of self-harm. The pages were hanging to the spine loosely and would get torn out if someone so much as tugged them the wrong way.

The garment fell away to the floor leaving my mother sitting on the side of my bed completely, gloriously naked. "Ummm, mother?" She stood up and turned slowly, "Go ahead and look. Our secret, remember? I'm a bit old and saggy so sorry about that but have a good look. Not like those trash bags in your dirty books. Yes, I know you had them, and, yes, they are gone."

“Where did you get it?” “One of the old guardians gave it to me before he died.” I opened the book. The first pages were filled with names I did not recognize. Then I saw one name. My father. I stopped breathing. Elara watched my face. “Keep reading.” I turned the page. There was a record of my father meeting the Moonborn guardians. Another page spoke about my mother. Then I saw a date. The day I was born. My eyes moved across the words. My hands began shaking.

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.

[Apple] Carefully removing the items from their hiding spot, my fingers touch the leather spine of my mother's book, a book that I've never seen before but seems more familiar than the back of my hand. My mind is a confusion of memories that seem like someone else's dreams, moments long forgotten and trapped deep within. Finding this book and mirror, feeling their weight in my hands, is a key unlocking a door in my mind behind which a wealth of memories have been stored. Memories of my mother and I.