Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

Inside the USB drive were all the proofs of Jay's provocations toward me. That cross pendant was never a keepsake or personal belonging at all. He had worn a twisted smile as he swapped the dummy with Mom. The man who always appeared pure and innocent on the surface had, in reality, tormented me time and again. Valerie stared blankly at the contents of the USB drive, her expression dazed. "Mommy, Grandma is actually… dead." Giselle clutched her chest in pain, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She was also one of the monsters responsible for killing Mom.

Now, no matter what Zachary asked him, he would answer all of his questions honestly and obediently. "Are you really the heir to the Lane family?" Zachary asked. While playing with his eraser, Malcolm responded proudly, "Of course! My mom said I'm the eldest grandson of the family, so everything in our family will belong to me in the future." Zachary wasn't buying it. "But I heard that the current CEO of Lane Group is your uncle." Malcolm huffed. "My uncle doesn't have a son. My mom said he's sick and can't have children." He then lowered his voice and added, "My mom also said that once my uncle dies, his inheritance will also be mine."

It wasn't strange to me that my dad didn't support friendship or relationship, I heard from uncle Malik that he was as cold as ice when he was in his teen age so I couldn't expect more from him, but mom, she's got a childish character in her which makes her unique always. "Thank you so much, Jude. I'll forever be in debt to you for this." I turned towards Malia with a smile and shook my head. "Don't even say it was nothing, Jude. This is something, you have done something great for me and my mother, rich boy. Thank you." I quickly move to hold her up as she was about to fall on her knees again.

We share the same ancestry and you have always been touched by magic. Don’t let your father wallow in his misery. I have no idea how much time has passed since my death and you finding this book. Malachi was the other part of my soul and my one wish for him now is to be happy. He has to move on because you always have more than one soulmate and he has too much to give to be alone. Love always, Mom”

We don't usually have mates in the underworld because, according to Dad, they make us weak. I roll over onto my stomach on my bed and sigh. Maelani and I are different from our other siblings. Their mothers are either demons or from the underworld, whereas our mom is human; she was brought down here by Dad. Now, he considers us the weakest of all his children because we're part human. Mom is barely functioning, and Dad doesn't care. He's too busy with his young whores.

How we are descendants of the great chief Akash, the greatest that ever lived. Mom grabs my chin with one hand and softly lifts my head so she can look me in the eyes. “Kalama, it is your birthright to be the next chief. I don’t know why you are set against it, but you need to accept it.” Giving me a big hug, she stood up and walked back to the kitchen. Taking a bite of my food, now almost cold, I hear Remy’s voice getting louder as he is coming back into the living room. He was answering my mom about the problems my mom had with her computer at the office.

Alice Pov "Congratulations, Alice! You are now a free citizen," Jana teasingly said to me with a smile as my grandmother left with Dindi and Dustin. Grandma Emilia was furious when she left. She didn't even give me a chance to explain to her. She quickly believed in what her eyes saw and Dindi already brainwashed her. In her anger, Grandma disowned me and stripped me of my inheritance in her company. I didn't bother to explain to her anymore because I could see the anger in her eyes, and I was sure that my clever cousin had already brainwashed her mind.

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.

Mom said, her voice strained. Disbelief crossed Dad's features, and the emptiness in his eyes gave way to something real. He tried to come closer, but Mom stopped him again. "Don't touch my daughter! You don't deserve to be near her!" I nodded in satisfaction. Thankfully, Mom stopped him. I didn't want to see him, and I didn't care about his regret. It was way too late for that. … Later, Mom found a beautiful place for me to rest. Mountains surrounded it, a river ran through the valley, and birds sang endlessly in the trees. It was the kind of quiet, open place I'd always loved.