Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

I saw my mom with Natalia who was playing with some toys. "Mam wassup?" I asked hugging her and kissing her cheek "Hi Nana" Malaya said walking over to Natalia. "Boy, I should slap you in the face. You should have been here 10 minutes ago" She said pulling me away from the kids. "Whatchu mean? I ain't do nothing and whatchu talking bout slapping?" I asked frowning at her. "You said that baby's brother died. How did he died? De'Andrae I will slap you so hard, your future kids will feel it" She said to me

Molly started with small talk, asking about Valentina’s favourite things, her hobbies, and her school. After a while, Molly gently steered the conversation. “Valentina, your dad told me you’ve been having some bad dreams. Can you tell me about them?” Valentina fidgeted, her eyes filling with tears. “I see my mom,” she whispered. “She… she’s dying. And it’s my fault.” Molly leaned in slightly, her expression serious but kind. “That sounds very scary. Can you tell me what happened to your mom?”

"Harper, you ungrateful, wretched beast! I gave you life, and this is how you repay our bloodline? By dragging your own sister through the dirt in front of the entire Mercer Estate?!" "My mother Eleanor Calloway gave me life, Malcolm," I respond, my voice dropping into a deadly, quiet growl that makes his enforcers shift uncomfortably. "You only provided the disgrace. And Mallory is no sister of mine; she is the bastard child you sired with a human servant while my mother was dying on the Ironfang Front." Malcolm’s face turns purple with rage. He raises his heavy, claw-tipped hand, stepping forward to strike my face. "You arrogant bitch! I will teach you respect right now!"

I lost all my reasons after Rebecca's death. I have no intention of going back to my past now. "That is none of your concern, if you are done then keep silent." I yelled. He was quiet, but only for a short while. "All Daniels must die before they clock 45, that's was the curse they had to bear just to have enough power to defeat you, and yet after that sacrifice, he still could not kill you. It was the same for her mother and she's next, but what's more important is, that even in this life, the both of you are still being separated from one another, she only has a few more years to live Mal, and I can't even count them with my fingers, oh how she wasted so many precious years with your enemy

But that pull only grows stronger with each passing day. I have made research about her. To know what makes her special enough to have two mates who are both kings, and how she is still alive. I know that she is currently pregnant, and how the baby is still in her remains a mystery because I have seen women lose their babies and their senses with far less torture. It isn’t until my diviner is called and he tells me what Hazel actually is. “A descendant of the moon goddess, your majesty. You have to be careful when dealing with her lest you anger the goddess.” My diviner said.

she teased. "I started watching a show because I like the actress in it, and I'm trying to impress her," Malcolm said. "What show is it?" Abigail asked, amused "High Society Chronicles." Abigail shook her head, not sure what to say. "Am I right?" Malcolm asked eagerly. "What if I told you Daisy might be our real mom?" Abigail said. "No way!" Malcolm exclaimed. "You know, sometimes real life is even crazier than the stories we make up. But how can Daisy be your real mom? She was so mean to you at Gavin's birthday party. Did she know you were her daughter?"

They are sharing a very sloppy kiss, and it makes vomit rise in my throat. “Could you two… just not,” I groan. Dad and Mom pull away from each other, but they don’t look embarrassed in the slightest. Mom continues to sit on Dad’s lap, and she wraps her arms around his neck. “We missed each other,” Mom whines. I roll my eyes so hard that I think I see my brain. “What did you find out from the sisters?” “Right to the point,” Dad groans. Mom finally gets up from Dad’s lap and stands beside him. “You aren’t just special,” she begins. “You are a direct descendent of the Moon Goddess.”

After he closed the door, Pastor Miles guided them to the front bench of the church, sit them down, and joined them on the bench. “Who or what caused this tragedy?” “We think it was a werewolf Sardonyx said. “Her body was slashed and looked fresh,” Scott added. “The pastor folded his hands, resting his forehead on his knuckles. “Do you know of anyone who wanted our mom dead?” “None who are still alive Pastor Miles confessed.” “What do you mean by that?” Scott asked. Before Malia came to this country, she was an agent for an intended immense police force. ‘Mom was a Cop?”

I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood.

“I know I won’t stay long. I took one of those pills, don’t worry. Actually, I’m glad I did. That blonde wolf has been eyeing me like I was a prime rib dinner and he’s not eaten in a month.” “Watch it, that’s Malcolm Richard’s assistant. His name’s Jordan Blacksmith.” “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Malcolm is the one the media call the Wolf of Bay Street. You work with him, right? So, he or they are both wolves? Oh, Mel. It’s too dangerous here. What if you’re caught?” “It would have been fun while it lasted?” “Well, I’m not here for fun and games. Sadly, I’ve been sent to tell you your mother’s gone. The den elders are demanding you return and take her place as soon as possible