Novel & Cerita Godmother Book

This child deserved a mother who was both present and successful-I wouldn't sacrifice either role. Later, I texted Catherine: I have news. Her response was immediate: What's up? _I'm pregnant._ Three dots appeared, disappeared, then reappeared. _I!!!!] [That was fast! I'm impressed! Godmother is going shopping for baby gifts right now. 1 I smiled despite myself. _Nothing cheap, please. You know better._ _Absolutely not! I'm digging through my jewelry box for something with diamonds. Happy now? _That's more like it._

"You're a good person Sarah. I don't want you to be used. Don is only using you!" "You know who Don is?" "I know him very well, he is my Alpha! Please listen to me!" "Your Alpha? Why should I listen to you?" "Because he is planning something that is not good for you. He is planning on bringing back his mate Athena.." "What are you talking about? Who is Athena?" "She is Alpha Adam's mate. She died and Adam blamed his pack. Please listen to me, stay away from this place. Get out of the city now." "Who's Adam? Why is everyone acting strange?"

"Miss Miler is finally my mommy! I have a mommy now!" Blushing in embarrassment, Chloe hurriedly clarified, "Lisa, I'm your godmother, not your mommy!" Lisa tilted her head, her big eyes filled with determination. "But a godmother is a mommy too, right? Isn't that true, Mommy?" Chloe could only smile helplessly, realizing she had walked straight into a trap of her own making. Marcus sighed and took Lisa's hand. "Now that you have a godmother, you need to behave. Otherwise, Miss Miler might change her mind."

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

I’m about to change my clothes when I saw something in our bed. There’s a package or may I say a gift above it. I thought it’s from Gabriel but when I open it, I saw a book inside and a letter. Dear Moon Goddess pet, I know you’ve been searching for me. You don’t have to. I’m everywhere. I know what you’re doing. Now to save you some time, this is my gift to you. The book of life. It stated there the origin of werewolf and other creatures in the world. You will find the answers to your questions there. The Moon bitch erase your memory because she’s hiding something that I’ve been looking for. Now, if you want to save your pack and your entire species. Read that book and remember. I want him

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

"She's your sister-in-law, after all, and Alvin was gone too soon. Since we're all family, I thought it'd be nice if she became our baby's godmother. What do you think?" I looked him dead in the eye. There wasn't a single shred of guilt in them. He had somehow managed to dress up a shameful affair with his widowed sister-in-law—and their illegitimate child—as nothing more than a benevolent husband showing compassion to a grieving widow. "Sure." I nodded apathetically. Craig nodded in satisfaction before turning around and picking up a thermal flask. He then headed out to get some water. My gaze drifted to the postpartum mesh underwear on my nightstand. It was Verna's size.

He nods, takes a large sip of his whiskey and sighs, “Yes, you deserve all the information we have.” He takes a deep shuddering breath. “Your Mother’s mother’s mother, your Great Grandmother, she was a prophetess. I don’t know exactly how it worked, but she wrote out her visions in a journal and that journal has been passed down to the next generation and the women each had some gift or other. Your grandmother was able to heal by touch, your mother…” he pauses, seeming to search for the right words.

Why couldn't I just pick up the phone, place a call across or send a text, I knew he would b waiting for me to call, but still…my hands slipped in-between my lips which I chewed on before flipping my head to the side trying to think if indeed I was doing the right thing. It was the least that I could do, show him that I was grateful for all of this. “ Well, well …I guess that goes for nothing.” I dropped to the bed still deep in thought when the door opened up, with my godmother walking in, a tray of fruit sitting in her hands as she did. “ Nortia,” she whispered,a smile creeping on her face before she sat just beside me. “ Are you okay?” “ I just think I shouldn't be doing this, I should be