Are You My Mother Book Pages Novels & Stories

I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge."

Pov Layla Flashback “Mom! Mom! I found a book in the library with a big black wolf on the cover! Is it about us?” The little girl rushed into her mother’s lap, clutching a book no bigger than her two hands, and proudly placed it on the dining table of their large family room. “Can we read it?” she asked, her voice filled with bright hope. “Of course, my angel. Open the first page.” The little girl obeyed eagerly, discovering a title written in strange swirling letters across the center of the page.

I take a breather before flanking her on the sofa. She says, "Read. This has everything you need to know." "I just need to see the line that proves your truth. Nothing else." She nods, turning the pages at a pace that taunts me to react. I know she's hoping to get a rise out of me just for the fun of it, but if she wasn't as useful as she was now, I would have thought about using the sword. "Here." I pick up the book and read the line. It says it all. Gene Everdeen killed my mother. My hand shakes from rage. I fling the book across the room and hits a wall, raining pages.

Ari sat quietly on her mother's lap. The book she and her mother were reading was over twice her height, and the letters were as tall as her finger. Her mother was reading alone, as she had already read the entire page and remembered all the details. She couldn't claim to understand everything she had just read, but her father was a walking encyclopedia and would answer all her questions later. She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up.

She wiped of the tears in her eyes, and hesitated for a while, before finally opening the book, with a slim hope of seeing anything, but she was shocked to the spine, as she found something in the book. She adjusted on her seat, and started flipping the pages one after the other, and surprisingly, she found each page, loaded with writeups, as she couldn't stop wondering what happened. She quickly checked the cover of the book, to be sure it's still same as the one she saw under her mother's pillow earlier, and shockingly, it was same book.... Moon POV

The next pages are filled with my family history, and then I come to a blank page. Mother Agnes reaches over and touches the page. She says something in another language, and then all of these words race on and off the page. The words race toward me and seem to go into my mouth. "What is happening?" I ask. Libby and Mother Agnes are quiet for a moment. They wait for me to listen to what the words are trying to tell me. I feel different as the words race back out of my mouth and back to the page in the book. I look to Mother Agnes.

I slowly lowered myself back onto the floor, staring down at the book in disbelief. My mother’s name. I hadn’t seen anything that belonged to her in years. Not a dress. Not a necklace. Not even a photograph. Everything connected to her had disappeared after the day she died. All I had left were memories. And even those had faded with time. My fingers trembled as I carefully opened the book. The first page made my heart jolt. A photograph had been placed there. My breath left me in a quiet gasp. It was her. My mother. Aria.

There are several books scattered everywhere, a painting easel stands in one corner, a half finished artwork leaning against it. Some books are scattered on the floor, the pages half ripped open. It’s well evident that father hasn’t been here since mother died because of the gathered dust and cobwebs. “Wow,” Wanda mutters, facing me. “How’re we going to find your mother’s journal? Where would she have kept them?” My gaze flies to the table, and a smile lit up my face. “Found it.” It’s a heavy leather bound journal with the pages old, almost crinkled. Hurriedly, I flip it open, it’s her first entry, and her handwriting was elegant. The pages are almost fading.

I'm not even a proper Luna yet. "You're the sacrifice, they want you. Not him. Of course, it makes sense and with your mother,-" She stopped abruptly standing up slowly, her eyes a bit alarmed. "Your mother." She stood up at once and rushed over to one of her shelves, taking out another book that had lost both the front and back covers. My mother? What did my mother have to do with this? "What do you mean my mother?" She ignored me and continued flipping through the pages. Studying them diligently.

Generations of it. My mother grabbed one of the books immediately. Ancient symbols glowed across the covers and the room darkened slightly. The air itself changed and it was filled with magic, My mother opened the book rapidly flipping through the pages and then stopped “There.” I watched her place the book onto the floor. Candles around the room flickered violently. The symbols on the pages glowed silver. “Mama?” She looked at me and smiled sadly. “The world isn’t safe for girls like us.” Fear crawled through my chest.