Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

just like I was your father's mate, we were true faded mates just like you are with the quads, but I'm also faded mates with your Uncle Miles it's a blessing from the goddess Jade: wtf mom goddess what?

Feeling defeated, she slowly sank onto the couch. "How could this be?" she muttered to herself. "Why is it like this? B-But the last time I received this kind of message, she was the one who… Does that mean that Matilda didn't hire those men?" Mom had many doubts, yet she still condemned me to death over a single text. But why didn't she ever question her precious adopted daughter, Charlene? Charlene, who had died in our past lives, was the daughter of the fallen comrades who had sacrificed themselves to protect Mom.

Marvel-themed birthday party. The last item was the paper. "My name is Malaya Jones, and I am eight years old. My mom is what I think of when I think of Family, and she's a superhero." Jordan laughed as he continued. "I don't know my dad, but he might be one, too. My mom taught me that love is always growing. Like her love for me. And that we need to share that love with the world. So we can all be Family."

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…”

“Samuel, I never thought it would come to this. The medical team had just arrived. I failed her...” “Enough.” Grandpa cut him off. “Why keep an account of who owes who? God settles our accounts for us.” Daddy stood there a while longer, then finally left with Auntie Benita. I looked up at Grandpa. “Grandpa, is Mommy dead?” Grandpa was quiet for a moment, then answered, “Yes. She left her love to you, and an empty shell to death.” Grandpa wouldn’t lie to me, so Mommy really was dead.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

He was a complete and utter mess. But Emma didn't spare him a single glance. Scott sat on the ground, sobbing so hard his whole body shook. His nails dug deep into his palms, his eyes brimming with venomous resentment. He thought of his own father. Malcolm had once believed the same thing—that having a child would let him seize everything. He had been Mom's side piece for over a decade. He had no title and no status, and people pointed fingers at his back and cursed his name. Yet, in the end, Mom had written in her will that all the family assets were to go to me and Bernadette.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

Avery looked at Lydia in the back seat. Lydia sighed and nodded her head. ”Because if he has information but keeps it hidden, then he’s putting his entire family in danger.” My eyes widened. ”What do you mean?” I asked her. They knew something and hadn't told me. ” Malia's cousin is a descendant from the first vampire that ever existed. She’s powerful and has been seeking revenge on the people who turned her cousin, meaning you and your family. If Malia tells her that you two are mates, she might have the leverage she needs.”