Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

Dad: Malèna! Me: I prefer in the end to stay a year here then return to Kin Mom: your grandfather needs you Me: yes but .. in fact I feel good here Mom: in addition, summer is almost over, we are entering a period of cold Me: I miss winter a bit, you know Daddy: do what you want, I don't know what is keeping you here Mom: I know who it is! Dad: because it's a person ?! Mom: the person who comes often drops her off by car

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."

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

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.

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."

I hissed and he frowned. "What's a duff head?" ***JUDE'S POV*** My cheeks turned pink at mom's behavior towards Malia which led to fast goosebumps rising on my skin. 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.

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”

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.