Freeuse Mom Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jesse’s P.O.V. “Again, Jesse. You need to use Umbra more. She will gift you if you can tap into your original shadow weaver self.” Mom told me in a stern tone. She was being her usual training dictator self. I hated being trained by her. She was like this monster when she trained. There was no ending until you got it. We could be here all day with maybe two breaks of perhaps 5 minutes. “Mom, I think we could all use a break.” Ares tried snapping her back to reality, but her lilac eyes zoned in on me.

The only upside is that when she got all of her powers finally unbound, she hasn’t really done anything with them. “We all are, honey. You set a goal and stuck to it. We’re so proud.” My mom beams at me, and I catch the eyeroll out of the corner of my peripheral vision from my sister, taking it as a dig at her for bailing on her course of study. My mom isn't like that, though. Eve just translates everything our parents say as sarcasm or offhanded insults.

Mom: if you claim you love this girl, then do what would make her happy Me: what if I can't. Mom: what if you can? I sighed Me: should I make you proud? She smiled Mom: at least, for once. Make momma proud by doing the right thing I chuckled quietly

Holding the phone, I walked over to the window, speaking calmly, "Mom, didn't you say that a married daughter is as good as gone? Since I'm an outsider, your living expenses can be handled by your 'investment of a son' from now on." There was a brief silence on the other end before Mom's voice exploded, sharp with disbelief. "Vanessa Walter! What do you mean by that? I raised you. It's only right for you to pay for my living expenses. You ungrateful brat! How did I end up with a useless daughter like you?" Her voice rose with anger, grating against my ears. I pulled the phone away, letting her rant for a while. Once she was done, I put the phone back to my ear and replied calmly, "Mom, somet

mom remarks “I’m just here to see if anything can help, any clue or anything and besides I don’t have to go to work everyday, i don’t even have to work at all, I do it because I love it” “And now that your other love is missing?” Mom asks, questioning me more with her eyes than her words

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

"Go do what you need to do." He grabbed his jacket and briefcase, pausing at the door to look back at her. "Try to get some rest, okay? You look exhausted." The door closed behind him and Daggy finally let herself breathe, the tension in her shoulders releasing slightly now that she didn't have to maintain the act. She pulled out her phone and saw three missed calls from her mother but no messages, which probably meant her father's condition hadn't changed. Her finger hovered over the call back button when Lincoln's phone started ringing from where he'd left it on the desk, maybe he forgot it in his rush to leave.

“She can be loud and a little annoying sometimes… but she’s proven again and again how much we mean to her. I’ve seen her cry for us. No matter what we do, she never gives up. She keeps choosing us… over and over again. So maybe… it’s time I choose this home.” “So you’re choosing Charlene over your own mother?” “My mom?” he said quietly. “She left us for someone else. She doesn’t know how much we’ve been through… how much Dad has been through. I don’t hate her… but I don’t want to live with her either.” --- I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Happy… or heartbroken for Monica. Because no matter what she did, hearing your own children choose someone else… must hurt. ---

The news that Rodney had been given a serious disciplinary citation and was facing possible expulsion crushed Mom, so much so that she didn't contact me for an entire day. I thought she'd finally come to terms with reality. But the next day, a video went viral on the local TikTok feed. The footage showed Mom in tears, leveling a series of accusations. She claimed her daughter, a prestigious college student, had severed all ties after coming into a massive inheritance. Worse still, she accused me of suing her own kin and orchestrating a brutal assault that left Rodney hospitalized.

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.