Descendants Mal Mom Novels & Stories

×You know, for an immortal being, madre is quite stupid! "She hasn't had anything but water in the past three days. If you think leaving her this way would do some good, you might as well just return the leukemia cause your not so clever plan would end up killing her! " I reply sharply. And Madre smirks. "I love when you get fired up Desmond, but not all that. I have reduced the severity of her ulcer. I'm not taking it away! " madre replies. There's no use arguing with this rootless creep.

But to me it looked like little miss devil was about to ignore her mother completely, because she did not move her eyes away from my face. Well, I guess I should give her an answer, right? “Ok little Boss Lady. I think I should introduce myself first. My name is Malcolm, and I am glad you approve of me because I really would love to take out your mother on a date. Now that I have your approval, we only need to get her to agree as well, don't you think?" This was not what I had planned, but little miss came at the right time so she could help me out with my plan and as it looked like she was a dan if mine already. The little mischievous spark did not leave her eyes even for a second while I s

It was like a tattoo. "Is this a birthmark?" I had to ask. "Yes, I was born with it," she retorted. I used my finger and trailed over it. I was in awe. "If my theory about your mom being a descendant from the Sun God is correct, then that means you Hazel are also a legacy, just like your mom!" "What about aunt Jules?" Hazel questioned. "I only saw her that one time, and it was at your mom's burial, but I think she can fill in a few pieces of the puzzle."

It was never her fault. "If I hadn't handled her funeral, she would've started decomposing by the time you came back! Mom has been very good to me all these years, so no matter how dissatisfied I am with you, I definitely wouldn't extend that grudge to her. That's why I immediately settled her funeral affairs instead of waiting for you! "If you suspect that I did something dirty, you're more than welcome to report me to the police. And if they find out that I really did do something, I won't even blink if they decide to execute me! You can go right ahead!"

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.

“You’re telling me he—” “Yes,” she snapped, then immediately softened, guilt flashing across her face. “Yes. He raped them. He called it legacy. I call it cruelty.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Sierra braced for disgust, for pity. Anything but— “My mother,” Malick said suddenly, voice tight with old pain, “was taken during the war. She was pregnant when they dragged her into his hands. He forced dragonborne blood into her, into me. She didn’t survive the birth.”

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

“Make sure you look presentable at the ceremony. You’re not going to embarrass the Blackwood name, we leave in thirty minutes.” “Oh no darling, we shouldn’t be seen walking with her. Who will mate with her excess fat, even I as a woman will reject her if she happens to be my mate. So I think it’s best that she goes alone, and much later.” My mother mocked and every restraint I’d managed, cut loose as tears started to flow freely. I didn’t waste any more second as I ran upstairs to my room, Lila’s triumphant smile haunting me till I closed my door behind me and slid down to sit on the floor while pulling my knees to my chest.

A mother who played favorites, a stepfather who was always scheming, and a stepbrother who fought me for everything—none of it was worth mentioning. But now that Lesley had started this, I couldn't pretend anymore. So I told Jason the whole story. How my mom bought the house with zero down, then after I finished paying off the mortgage, she wanted me to give it to my stepbrother. Jason's eyes went wide. "What? There are mothers like that? She's helping her stepson screw over her own son? Is she out of her mind?" I said quietly, "Lesley was my mom's first love. After my dad died, they reconnected right away. In her mind, the three of them are the real family."

"She died in such disgrace and you want me to show up? You don’t care about losing face, but I do." "Good riddance if you ask me. She always looked like the whole world owed her something." "She's my blood, but I wish I'd never tracked her down. If I'd known she'd hurt Vanessa, I would've left her to rot in that slum." In the background came Vanessa's laugh and her sweet voice calling out for her mother. Dad ended the call. For the first time in his life, he felt what Mom had been living with all along. Derek wouldn't come either. When he heard that Mom was gone, his first question was a quiet one.