Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

Mom had given them all to Tara. "Fine." I turned and left the house, the one that had stopped being mine after I turned ten. The next day, Tara reported to the company. Mom accompanied and introduced her to the department heads to make sure they would take good care of her. My colleagues couldn’t hide their envy. "Mrs. Salem really takes care of her niece! I wish I had such a generous aunt!" "I heard Mrs. Salem has another daughter. I wonder how good she is to her own daughter."

Just like that everything ruined even my confidence as a mother. I’m back to the jail of the past… “Mom!” Clyde look up and wave his hand, “come here, let’s play together!” He smiles widely at me. I wave my hand back at him, “I will cook first, just enjoy but don’t push him too hard.” About Zafer. “I won’t, Mister is just my bodyguard!” He giggles again and looks at Zafer who salutes him. They both chuckled, “can I request something, mom?” He said.

“I have connections and I know people who can easily take care of Erik if he says what he shouldn't.” “Mum, have you forgotten just how powerful his dad is?” “It seems you've also forgotten who gave Malachi a slow death and inherited his fortune,” Mum replied, a smile curving her lips. “I will take care of it, pumpkin.” Malachi was my mum's wealthy ex-fianceé who she poisoned for five years until his heart rotted in his chest, leading to his death.

my mom states with disgust evident in her voice as she looks at Meelah condescendingly “She has a name mom and her name is Melanie kings” I cut in impatiently “Now you are raising your voice at your mother for this thing” my mom says zooming into her valley of emotional blackmail “You know what?” “I won’t stand here and get disrespected by my own son” she says as she stands up from the seat that she was elegantly sitting “Respect is reciprocal mom and so is disrespect”

that is Rati mom. Rati mom was my mom's colleague... she suffered the miscarriage a few days ago only... it was their first child... so when she came to knew about my parent's condition... she decided to adopt me so that my parents' greedy relatives may not destroy me for the property and money I inherited from them...

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

It wasn't long before she finally found what she was looking for. Venus climbed into bed and lay on her side, almost curled up, her eyes fixed on a photograph in her hand now. Photo of her mother, her biological mother. At that time she did not really understand the difference between the words stepmom and biological mom, but her dad, Bima, explained impatiently that stepmom was a kind of 'not real mom'. Therefore, he gave the photo to Venus and said that it was her 'real mom'. “Where did real Mama go?” Venus used to ask innocently.

She looks down at it, then slowly traces her gaze back to up. “What is this?” “Our card,” I respond. “Call us when you get the killer. We owe them a handsome reward.” “So you wanted him dead?” “Are your parents alive, detective?” Malachi asks from across the room. Without looking at him, she nods. “Yes.” “Both of them?” “Yes.” He takes slow and steady steps towards her. “Did you ever see your mom get hit by your dad? Maybe a small push, or shove?” “That’s not relevant to…”

Mom voices nonchalantly. My mom happens to be the only daughter of a vampire elder, who was banished from her tribe, when it was found out that she got pregnant out of weird luck for the Alpha of a werewolf pack, by name FARKAS. Mom then moved on to become one of the best, if not the best psychologist in the country. Mom is a smart, charming, chubby woman, but for some reason she's still very much single. " The last time, I checked I lived here alone" I grumble " It seems I shouldn't have given you my spare keys"