Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

I see a few more tears fall as she wipes them away and continues with her story. “I ended up back in the forbidden realm. Mom, auntie Kat and I were fighting Alastor. You and uncle Mark were fighting these zombie creatures that appear bigger and stronger than the ones we’ve fought before.” We all silently wait for her to continue. I know she had to have seen more to have caused her to become so upset. “Uncle Mark had his heart ripped out of his chest and dad you….” Maliyah again closes her eyes as more tears escape. Her voice cracks as she continues.

I had wanted love my whole life, and the moment it came close… it arrived with teeth. The tyres crunched over gravel as Malcom pulled up outside our cabin. The porch light flickered weakly, like it was tired of pretending we were safe here. My mother reached for my hand, squeezing it once before we got out. Malcom stepped out first and opened the door for us, polite to the end. His gaze flicked to me, then away again as if looking too long might be disrespectful. “Good night,” he said. “Rest well.” My mother gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Beta Malcom.”

And as they gazed up at the moon, they knew that they were all descendants of the powerful Moon Goddess, and that their bond would never be broken. As they sat there in the moonlight, Tyler broke the silence with a question. "Mom, how did you feel when you first found out about Elsa's death?" Andrea looked down at her son, her heart heavy with memories. "I was devastated, Tyler. Elsa and I may not have always seen eye to eye, but we were still sisters in the pack. Losing her was like losing a part of myself." Ava spoke up next. "Dad, how did you feel when you found out Elsa was still alive?"

she palmed her face " I see the potential in you, picture them out in your life for now till you fully recover because if it were to be me, I'm sure I would have committed suicide and be long gone beneath the ground,d," she said mimicking the British accent... " Really" " You gat me always, your friends even miss moris grandma too, enjoy this moment, sis, life goes on" " What would I do without you? "You will always have me" "Thank you," Malia said sighing softly

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

She explained with so much calm, as if the tension in the room didn’t just become thick enough to be cut with a knife. Or as if she did not just tell me that the only legacy left to me by my parents was on the verge of bankruptcy. “Aunty… Uncle Victor…” I croaked as I took a seat, trying to relax my shaky legs. “D…didn't you all tell me that Carlos insisted on taking full responsibility and that you'd convinced him to help, but he insisted?” I asked, my hands folded on my lap, clenched in fists as they shook. The blows I was getting dealt were too much.

“I didn’t call you here to watch you tear each other apart.” Damien pulled his arm free. “Oh please. We all know why we’re really here. You’re handing everything over to him. The title, the power, the whole damn empire. You just need us, the spares to rub it in our faces.” Cole growled at him. “Shut up, Damien.” “That's not it, Damien,” Mom said softly. I could hear the sadness in her voice. Dying sure made her softer. It was cruel but it was different watching her stay calm. I could never get used to it.

She had to look away. The sole of my foot was crusted with dried brown blood, and both feet were covered in scabs of different sizes. A bolt of pain went through Mama. All the strength went out of her legs. She pushed past the people around her and dropped down next to me, holding me, low broken sounds coming out of her. "Daisy. Be good. You're a good girl. Don't lie there. Mommy will take you somewhere fun." A man in uniform held her back, gently. His voice was professional, but not unkind.

" I hugged Mom while Les hugged Dad. Mom held me close, closer than ever. She pressed her hips against mine. I couldn't help it, my cock grew as Mom put her mouth to my ear, touched it with her tongue, and whispered, "We still want grandchildren,"

On the day of the topping-out ceremony for the resettlement housing, my mother, Diana Knowles, insists on reporting me to the authorities for shoddy workmanship. It's all because my cousin, Marco Sanford, went to play at the construction site, stepped into the freshly set cement, and scraped his knee. "You think you're so great just because you built a couple of buildings?" Mom screams at me. "I can't just stand by and watch you put the whole town in danger just to make millions of dollars by pocketing the difference!" Marco clutches his bandage and explains quietly, "It's all my fault for climbing over the fence to play there, Aunt Diana. The construction workers even tried to stop me.