Cerita Mama Genit Novel Novels & Stories

“I… just encountered some in the library? You said I can go there if I want right?” “Yeah, but I did not expect you to like those genre.” “They are good books. Love is very mysterious and magical, and I also encountered about mates, it says that those are the ones made for each other by the moon goddess. That sounds… wow. Does it mean as well that your mother and father were mates? Did they get married and had you? how did they know that they were mates? How did they find each other? Me, I do not know how my father had me in another woman, his mate was the Luna of his pack isn’t it? Aren’t only mates should be the one to have a child? But why did I have a different mother?” I asked in curios

I know she will answer just like I know she will ask what happened to mine. "You first," she mumbles, and I sigh without moving my position. "My mother and my mate were out for a run...our sperm donor didn't really monitor the borders too good...and well, a few rogues just happened to be passing through the area. My mate was butchered....she wasn't really the fighting type. My mother had quite a few defensive wounds on her, but she too was dead when I found them—snapped neck," I explain with my canines elongated and my fists clenched.

“Dusk is here with a healer and an Alpha, yes? You can handle it. Any threat that enters this pack will regret it.” I blinked at the book in his hands. “Dad… what are you even reading?” He held up the cover. “A novel. ‘THE ALPHA’S REKINDLED BOND.’ Apparently, it’s about an Alpha who dumped his Omega mate, went crazy, and then magic brought her back as an Alpha who wants revenge. Idiot.” I stared at him. “Are you serious right now?” “Oh, yes. And guess what? Your mother forced me to read this nonsense. The author—some enchantress named Muleba Makukula, who writes about wolves and territories as if she knows anything. A bunch of she-wolves adore her stories. Absolute garbage.”

The pages were filled with scribbles, sketches, and snippets of stories—a repository of her thoughts, dreams, and musings that spanned countless nights of storytelling and creativity. Opening the journal, Mama Hazel traced her fingers over the familiar words and drawings, each one a snapshot of a moment shared with Theo, a fragment of their evolving narrative as mother and son. The pages were a testament to the beauty of storytelling, capturing the essence of their bond in a tapestry of love, imagination, and shared wonder. With a soft smile playing on her lips, Mama Hazel picked up a pen and began to write. Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel

But she laughed at me and told me that I could not trap him with some bastard child; I was so upset I hung up and, that day, I made a promise to myself that I would never contact him again. I tuck Mama's journal into my bag, and I'll read the rest of it later; I could use some insight on this werewolves mate thing; after all, I have two mates. ************** "Did you find one?." Mama asked; I shook my head, "I did not; I will come up with something though," "I know you will," she nods, "Calliana, before you go can we talk?." I smile, " Of course, Mama," I nod.

When she turns away from her, Sofia sticks out her tongue and I laugh but immediately suppress it at Nonna’s glare. "You're lucky you were not born in the days when the Caliris were smugglers and belonged to the mafia. Those eyes would have been a problem." she says to me sternly, as if it is my fault my eyes are blue. "Mamma, can you not fill his head with nonsense?" "You want him to learn about his heritage, so I will drum every bit of history into him; good, bad and ugly. If he cannot take it, he cannot be a Caliri. Once his injuries heal, we will begin. In the meantime, I need to fatten you up, you look like a scarecrow.” Her lecture sounded more like a threat, so I take it to heart.

She never felt so disgusted of her own self. She was disturbed and too traumatised by all this. Madam Genelia never wanted to get close to her husband like this, as just when she thought everything was finally fine between the both... This nightmare has to happen to prove her wrong all over again. She still remember her mother's screams when her father raped her every other night. She sounded the same like her... pathetic. She repeated the same begs to stop, the same pleads to leave her and let go of her...

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

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Her entire life is now caged into this family. She just doesn't understand what else to do. Her baby is her entire life. He's her breath. Right now, she felt suffocated. Her boy had just started to call him mama clearly. It was his being sick that made him silent recently. He has started moving about and showing up behind her with Amy guiding him to make sure he wouldn't trip. The sound of 'mama' means everything to her. Lord, why me? She mentally asked and then her will to use aggressiveness broke immediately.