Novel & Cerita I Became The Heros Mom

“WHAT have you done, mom?!” I didn’t mean to yell but I was so terrified to even think about what Mom would feel. “I have to protect you. I know him. He’s going to hurt you,” she whispered over and over again as if she’d lost it. Her face had gotten so pale and her hands were trembling. The dagger slipped from her hand and fell on the floor. “Mom, Blade is my hero! I only saved him from the tower. But he saved all of us from death! Without him, none of us would have been alive! He was there for me when everyone turned their backs on me including my own brothers!”

I qualm her, looking hysterical! "What are you talking about?" I watched my moms bewilder look and then I knew that Hera didn't call her neither told her anything yet. Fuck! I'm screwed, "My dear," She called. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't think." I huff. "About who?" She gave me the spill now graze, "Common tell me" she suggested, I blowup and sighed. "Just tell me about some few rich persons in the world." I requested with an awful gaze.

He continued, “You look like a different person!” He turned to Andrew, “Two of the most beautiful women in the world, aren’t they, Andrew?” he asked. Andrew responded very calmly, “I would say so, yes.” Danielle couldn’t hide her blush, her cheeks turning bright red like a tomato. Danielle had liked Iain for as long as I could remember. It would have been somewhat gross if I didn’t love my big brother as much as I did. However, I loved Iain immensely. He had looked after me since my parents’ untimely death, and with all the love I knew he had to share, who better to receive it than Danielle—the best woman in the world.

One of his friends, Jace, was about to step closer, seemingly intending to ask a question or introduce himself properly, when the inner door suddenly swung open. Henry walked out. He was carrying a bucket of ice cubes, dressed in a simple t-shirt that hugged his well-built physique, but his face instantly darkened into a scowl the moment he laid eyes on me. The icy coldness in his eyes returned, sharper even than it had been in the classroom that morning. "Oh, you're home, Mom," Henry said sharply, heavily emphasizing the word 'Mom' in a mocking, sarcastic tone. His friends froze. Utter shock and confusion washed over the faces of Liam, Marcus, and Jace. They stared at Henry, then snapped th

“Goddess, Jasmine. I can't leave you here knowing fully well I am leaving you to a detrimental fate. I won't be able to live with myself if anything happens to you.” “Take Hero and leave. He doesn't deserve getting caught up in this. But be rest assured mum, you gave birth to a tigress and she’ll do all it takes to make sure our names make it to the history books. My son will be an Alpha and the sons after him.” A tear slipped from her cheek. “It's going to be okay mum. Trust me.” I brushed her tears off, shooting her a smile. “Be careful. As soon as I drop Hero off. I will come back for you, okay?”

I smiled at him. “Happy birthday, baby!” My mom exclaimed and pulled me into her arms for a tight hug. My mom was my hero. She was our pack’s hero. I would never be able to live up to her incredible reputation! I have been thinking about it a lot over the past couple of weeks. She had only one vision, but that one vision saved our pack. It saved us. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and focussed on the enormous birthday cake that was being wheeled into the dining room.

Not to mention, when my mom talked like that, I knew it was serious. Not many people know this, but my mom is a witch. It’s not the kind you see in movies like The Craft; it’s the true kind with healing spells and the gift of sight. There is no evil in what our family does. We're healers and use our power to help people in need, an elite clan of witches that roam secretly throughout the US. We are known for our strength, with the lineage passed down to a single female daughter. I, Kamari Ostyn, will be the one to inherit those powers. Well, if I am blessed by the Goddess enough to receive them.

I unclasped her arms from around my legs before kneeling down to hug her. Pulling back, I asked her with a smile, “Hey, how are you doing?” “I’m doing great. Mommy left me here with daddy and I love it here.” She gushed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “What did I tell you? Do you remember? Heroes don’t die.” I whispered into her ear and tickled her sides. Giggling, she pushed my hands away. “You are a hero too… like mommy and daddy.” She nodded with a sweet smile before giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

My mind was already in that room with my girl. In my head, I was already there, kissing every inch of her skin, running my fingers through her hair while worshiping at her feet. She fought so hard for our children. She protected them with her own body. Despite everything, she didn't let them down. I was so fucking proud of her. And our children? They will grow up to see her, their mother, as their hero. I am not the hero in this story. Hell no. Kasmine Kester Hamilton is the hero. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure she knows it.

"You're going to be an amazing mother, whether you're doing it in New York or Paris. And I'll be with you either way." The simple, unwavering support in her voice brought tears to my eyes. "Thanks, Mom." "Now, I should let you go," she said. "It's late here, and I have another meeting with the lawyers early tomorrow. But I'll call you with updates." "Promise?" "Promise. I love you, Mia. Tell those boys Grandma says hello." "I love you too, Mom." After we hung up, I sat for a moment in silence. "Your mom is my new hero," Scarlett declared, breaking the silence. "Seriously, that woman is incredible."