How I Met Your Mother Last Forever: Part 2 Novels & Stories

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

I don't know if I should tell him about my old life, but when I see the tenderness and warmth in his eyes I can't stop my mouth from spilling it. "I had a difficult life after my mother died. My father and I moved away from the pack house to settle in a new home. My dad fell into a deep depression and treated me like a stranger. He drank all day and kept to himself just as I did, but that all changed one day," I pause hesitantly not knowing if I want to continue. Pierson notices my reluctance. "It's ok Elena. Whatever it is I'm here to listen. If it's too much to talk about it's alright. Just know I'm here for you," Pierson voices.

Which just vanished into thin air, and I realized, ‘my mother’ doesn’t give a damn about anything but what ‘my money’ brings to them. “Mother, I will talk to you later” I don’t wait for her to answer, I just end the call and flick the phone into the pocket of my track pants. Walking closer to the front porch of my house, I bent down and rubbed of some dust on the stairs, heaving a sigh I sat on my front porch and sucked in a breath. This was supposed to be our forever place, and now they’ve ruined the last pieces of love I felt ‘for her’ too.

Forevermore And I am glad that Mom and Papa finally met. I know how much Dad loves Mom. And now that I can say, love is not just random. You need an ear for listening and an open mind for understanding. And this man in front of me, no matter what happens, even if death separates us, I don't care anymore. The important thing is that I try to fall in love with someone like him. And I am glad that we have a baby. I know I will be a good Mother just like Mama. " Verse 2

*A Few Months Later* Michael Damari "That's the last of them," I said as I shut the trunk of the cab and stepped back. "Oh honey, I'm going to miss you." My mom pulled me into a long, warm hug. "I'm going to miss you too, mom " I whispered as I returned the hug. Ola cleared her throat and made her presence known. "I haven’t forgotten about you too, Ola." I laughed and pulled her into the hug too.

Mom : well, I'm better off like this I cleared my throat Me: I just got back from the USA, few hours ago Mom: why? I heard you were getting successful as a boxer there. Why did you come back? Me: because I know something's not right. I need to know something Mom: that thing must be really important to you, that you had to leave USA Me: mom... What really happened? She looked at me without a word. We were now in a different room, different from the one I last met her. This place was segmented and each segment had a glass, a soundproof glass. Only through the telephones can we communicate

Forbidden Pleasures My Stepbrothers 16 Forever Ours Three weeks had passed since the devastating day my mother revealed the video. The mansion had fallen into a strange, tense silence. Richard had returned the next morning with red eyes and a heavy heart. He called all of us into his study and spoke in a low, exhausted voice.

“Maybe start with that. If anything, women truly appreciate honesty.” “Since when you are an expert on these things?” Charles made a pfft sound. “How about forever?” I eyed him, tapping my feet against the floor. He was quick to squirm under the intense gaze before eventually giving in. “Fine! I may have watched one too many episodes of How I met your mother.” “Knew it!” I smugly smiled. “Anyways…what really happened five years ago? Is there something else to the story I am missing here?”

"Use the watch. Use the laser on the chip from your mother’s locket again. But don't look at the video. Look at the raw metadata—the third partition. There’s a file Pierce hasn't found yet because it’s hidden in the audio frequency of the video itself. It’s a voice recording, Jane. A recording of your mother." My breath hitched. My mother? She had died in the fire twenty years ago. How could her voice be on a chip created only days before my father’s death? My curiosity, that old, nagging hunger for the truth, warred with the red-hot rage in my chest. I lowered the gun just an inch, my fingers fumbling for the watch on the floor.

This pack was ruled by powerful Alphas, and my mother feared for me. "Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t get involved with anyone. You know I never try to draw attention." "My dear, I’m just waiting for the day you find your mate. When he accepts you, I can finally rest peacefully." I stood and quickly wrapped my arms around her. "Please don’t say things like that, Mom." She had never remarried. She had devoted her entire life to me. I could not imagine anything bad happening to her. After assuring her, I left for school. I walked to the bus stop and got on the bus.