Novel & Cerita Baki Mother

5 YEARS B.M Lekovoski POV DUSK WAS CREEPING over the small village on the outskirts of the big city, Varagrafena. I took hurried steps to my mother's alcove and found her standing over the small deck overlooking the tree of life which was just a few feet from where she stood! The tree has been my mother's fortification for years and it continued to give her the power she needed. My mother, Cersei Morozova was the renowned witch; the greatest of them all. she has cured the sick, protected the weak, and blessed the cursed. she was by far the only person I looked up to.

" There he is, mom!' Kia said again and pointed at a man. What the hell? She thought in shock. How did Anderson find out about his children? This was definitely the handwork of her mother! Just then, the Highlander stopped and a bodyguard walked towards them. Mary on the other hand, frowned as she recollect all that had happened. She was sure that she was actually fit to become Mrs. Banks, after all, she was the big deal but did she actually say something bad earlier? " I haven't come here for dinner for a long time. So, what about you?" She began

After all, that bitch is her mother. I can't wait for that day when I will throw away Bhabani's daughter like trash and she will cry in front of me to accept her daughter. Just like my mother cried in front of him to not leave her. I still remember how my mother become trapped between Bhabani and that bastard whom I used to call Baba(father). Flashback ( " Ma, if he loves Bhabani aunty than why he married you? Why you married him? I asked ma who is cooking.

It was her mother. "Ma-" Abeni began cheerfully before her mother cut her off. "Abeni, are you okay?" Her mother's voice was tight with fear. Confused, Abeni replied "Yes, I'm fine! What's wrong?" Her mother responded in Yoruba "Baba re ni..." {It's your father...} Abeni's heart sank. "What has he done this time?" she asked warily. "It's about his debts..." her mother began. "I got a call at the care home this afternoon..."

Medaline explained, nodding her head. I bit my lip. "Meds was your mother a mean girl by any chance," I asked hesitantly. "Obviously, my mother was Queen B but she wasn't a bitch. She just liked to enjoy herself but not everybody agreed with her methods. Christina Rodriguez made her look like an angel though. I think they are cousins actually," she casually stated.

There was no sound of the cell phone ringing anywhere, nor was the call answered. Bima tried to contact her many times, and he felt increasingly annoyed, but he still held back his irritation with his mouth kept silent. He immediately dialed his mother's cell phone number. “Mom!” he called, "Sorry darling, Mommy is in some business. I'll call you later, Okay?" Bima fell silent again when the call was disconnected. It turned out as usual, his mother was a busy person and rarely had time for him. As he thought, the only one who was on his side was Eva. She always accompanied him for the time being.

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

"Otherwise, don't call me your mother anymore." The knocking continued. This time it was faster, more urgent. Annoyed, Mother stood up and yanked the door open. The moment she saw who was outside, her entire body froze. Two police officers in uniform stood at the door, their expressions grave. "Are you Briana's mother?" Mother paused briefly, irritation flashing across her eyes. "I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?"

“You’re more than a topic now.” Her stomach tightened. That sounded ominous. “What does that mean?” Before he could answer, one of the elders stepped forward. She was older than the others. Her hair was white, her posture slightly bent with age — but her eyes were sharp with knowledge. Ancient knowledge. “Child,” the elder said gently. “Do you know your bloodline?” Bailey blinked. “My father was Beta. My mother died young. That’s all.” The elder shook her head slowly. “That is not all.”