Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

But the fierce, loving light in her eyes was exactly as I remembered from my childhood. "Mom," I sniffled, reaching back to grab Malcolm’s waiting hand. He stepped forward gently, bringing the children with him into her line of sight. "There are some people you need to meet." My mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as she looked up at Malcolm, taking in his massive frame, and then down at the two wide-eyed children hiding shyly behind his legs. "This is my mate, Alpha Malcolm," I said, pride swelling in my chest as Malcolm bowed his head deeply and respectfully to her. "And these... These are your grandchildren."

Where did the gun come from? Dad rubbed his nose and explained, "I accepted another mission to kill zombies right before I came to deal with them." Everything made sense now. The world began to collapse once the four female leads were dead. Dad and I returned to our original world. He decided to take me to see Grandma. We had just stepped out of the house when we ran into the system, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The system stuck to us like glue, explaining that the main system fired her after the world collapsed following Gloria's, Tessa's, Joanne's, and Barbara's deaths. She had nowhere else to go, so she begged us to take her in.

“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.

Mom had ignored all of my pleas and cries for help and instead turned on a livestream, making a live bet with the netizens to see if Esther would give up on her dream college just to save my life. When Esther heard that, she slammed her fist hard against the wall, leaving a dent in the plaster. I floated over to her and looked at her in worry. "Elmer!" I cried too and hugged her with my hollow, transparent body. "It's not your fault, Esther. I don't blame you for it. I don't blame Emily for it either. "I'll always remember that you both tried to secretly feed me after Mom starved me for days." Although Mom later found out about it and doled out an even worse punishment for me, I still though

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.

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

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.