Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

“No. I don’t remember my mom ever talking about magic or doing something out of the ordinary when I was a child. To me, she was obviously the supermom that every mother is to her child…but I don’t remember anything else. I was born and raised at that house by the seaside. It wasn’t always that gloomy or broken…it used to be a beautiful home once…but after my mom died, everything started to fall apart.” “Your mother was the glue that held your family together.” Malaya spoke sadly, reaching out to take my hand in hers. “I know I can never take her place, but I’m always here for you, okay? So don’t ever hesitate to reach out to me.” “I won’t.” I smiled at her thankfully.

Just silence and the heavy weight of everything that had happened yesterday. She lay on her back, phone propped against her bent knees, scrolling through yet another list of names. Nightbane. The surname felt both familiar and foreign now. She had tried calling her mother at least a dozen times since waking, straight to voicemail every single time. No texts. No explanations. Just the echo of last night’s slammed door and the memory of Selene storming out after that vicious fight with Ronan.

" I hung up without another word, ignoring Mom's cursing on the other end. She called several more times, but I declined every one of them. Then, I blocked her number entirely. Sure enough, that same evening, back at home, I got a call from my Aunt Nora. "Vanessa, did you and your mom have a fight? She just called me, crying and saying that you cut off her allowance. "I'm not trying to lecture you, but no matter what, she's your mother. Families don't hold grudges. She's getting older. You should be more understanding…"

"That tiresome brat! I should have drowned you as soon as I gave birth to you!" When Dad finally saw Mom appearing at the door, he complained and said, "I don't know if our furniture inside can still be saved." He told Mom to open the door, but Mom first took out her live-streaming phone and pointed the camera at the water seeping out of the door. "Look at this! This is all done by that 'good boy' you guys keep feeling sorry for!" The comments flooded in. "Oh my god, why is the floor flooded?" "You're saying that poor kid did this? I don't believe it."

How could Mom Max's mother didn't look at her, just waved her hand and said, "Amy, please don't talk and let me calm down. I really can't accept this result now. You're still so young, why can't you give birth As she spoke, she reached out and covered the position of her heart, feeling a little uncomfortable as she wanted to shed tears. "This Mo family, Max is the only heir, and your father and I were all hoping that you could inherit the lineage of our Mo family, but how could this result? It shouldn't have happened

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?”

He uttered as I laughed, breaking off from the hug. “Nolan!!” Mom called, standing up to her feet as I laughed. “What dear? Our daughter is hurting because of him. How dare he hurt her?” He muttered in displeasure as Mom slowly held his hand. “She’s home with us now and Malcolm is definitely going through a lot. His mate just died.” Mom muttered under her breath. “And my daughter did not kill her.” Dad chimed in. “If he comes near you again, I'll kill him. I'm only letting him off because your mother has a soft spot for him.” Dad said meaningfully, pursing his lips, he was probably contemplating if he should kill Malcolm or not.

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

narrowed into slits of pure ice. “So" he drawled, his voice dripping with a cruelty I had never encountered before “This is the charity case? The one my Dad is buying a degree for???? “I'm Maldie,” I said, my voice trembling but my chin held high…….. “And my mom isn't a charity case” ******************************

I put my beer down and walked to him. "My mother is Grace Black, she died when I was 12, my half-brother Malcom killed her. Azzrail is my uncle and Malcom's father. Malcom and I, couldn't survive without the other; we were basically twins when we were kids. Malcom was supposed to be king, everyone believed that he was my father's firstborn, he is actually Azzrail's firstborn. But of course, neither my dad nor me or Malcom knew about this. I wasn't very strong as a child, so my father hated that he had a useless child. He used to teach and train Malcom, I might not have had a great father, but my mother was there, Malcom hated how much time my mother spent with me. Malcom and I are 1.2 years