Ill Be The Matriarch In This Life Novel Forum Novels & Stories

Let me carry this burden for you, okay? "You're a woman—no matter how strong or successful you are, you'll eventually return to the family. You've always loved kids, haven't you, Brina? Maybe this is our chance to have a baby. "You wouldn't have to work anymore. I'll take care of both of you. How does that sound?" Henry suddenly realized something after hearing what Joanna said, his face twisting in disgust.

“My mother talked about the story behind the law all the time. She wanted me to know that no one is better than anyone else simply because they say that they are. Those that are better than others do not need to say it or prove it. They just… are.” I noticed Piper soften just a little as she relayed her story. “Sounds like your mother was a wise she-wolf.” “She was.” “I bet she is proud of the whore that you became.” Yes, I said it. I was still livid mad. Piper’s eyes began to water. “My mother died over a year ago.” Oh. F&&k. I didn’t know that. “Piper ---” “I wasn’t there for my father or my little brother on her first death anniversary. I was here instead. I ---”

“We’re not coming back here again?” “No, sweetheart.” “But why?” Tyler asked. Rose hesitated. “Nothing…we could start a new life there, what do you think?” “No, Mom. I like it here.” “T, I’ve made up my mind. Living in New York is the best thing for us and I’ve told Aunt Sonia too.” “And what did she say?” he asked sharply. “She said we could go and I think that’s what’s best.” Tyler frowned. “I’m not leaving my school, Mom.”

I pointed a finger at the matriarch before leaving, “blind bats like you deserve the people you trust.” “Arianna!” Damian’s voice followed, but I was already halfway up the stairs. “Is that how rude your wife is? No respect for the elders?” I heard his mother shriek behind me. Oh, great. Maybe the next surprise character is Damian’s father himself, why not bring out the entire Salvatore family circus while we’re at it? “What a cursed child!” the matriarch yelled after me. I grinned to myself and muttered, “Back to sender, oloriburuku.”

My wish was to make sure her life became better, but I’ve already failed her. However, Myra rumbled inside of me, and we hadn’t failed! Not yet! We are still learning, a little slower than preferred, but I am trying! And we will find her! I'll rip this place apart, log by log, wolf by wolf! I will find her, and I will turn this place upside down doing it! Then something clicked, and Myra´s growl rumbled through my mind. “The elders!” Our minds synced, and the statement echoed inside my mind. Of course!

Valerie leaned her head back against the velvet pillows, looking at her Kings and her children with dark, glowing eyes that held the absolute, untouchable authority of a true Matriarch. "No one will touch them, my Kings," Valerie purred softly, her voice carrying the absolute weight of sovereign law. "Because they were born into the safest court on earth." Outside, the snow fell silently over the coastal cliffs of Newport, covering the world in a pristine blanket of white. But inside the sanctuary of the sovereigns, surrounded by firelight, luxury, and absolute love, the Mind, the Blade, and the Matriarch held the future of their empire in their arms, unbroken, untouchable, and sovereign for

Louis sat across from him, his glass half empty, his guard half down. "You promised to tell me about Lorenzo," he said. Matt leaned back in his chair. "Does he talk about his past? His childhood? His mother?" Louis's hand tightened around his glass. "A little. Not much." "I figured." Matt swirled his wine. "Lorenzo doesn't like to show weakness. He never has. Even when we were younger, even when his grandmother and the Matriarchy…" He stopped and shook his head. "Never mind." "What? Who or what are these Matriarchy?" Louis asked.

“Come on. Come on.” Elara’s future was somewhere in this room. Maybe not as salvation. Maybe only as leverage. That would be enough. I found the first promising volume in a section marked MATRILINEAL SUCCESSION DISPUTES, wedged between a commentary on territorial marriage pacts and an index of bond-nullification attempts. It was a thin book, ugly and overused, its corners blunted by generations of desperate hands. I opened it standing there. Three pages in, my heart kicked.

She knew a single mistake in front of the High Matriarch could cost her her life. The Matriarch began to turn around at the sound of the shattering ceramic, but she was still across the room. Vanessa didn't waste a heartbeat. She didn't call for a guard, and she didn't raise her hand to strike—she knew better. Instead, she leaned forward from her sofa, her face twisting into a mask of pure, quiet malice.

’ ‘In the exalted Inner Sanctum of a noble family, to scream vulgarities that not even a street whore would dare speak. She shuddered, gripping the pillar of the porch. ‘A bitch who would have no right to complain even if she were dragged by the hair and thrown out.’ ‘Not even beasts howl so vulgarly when calling their mates...!’ The Elder Matriarch clicked her tongue in the darkness. It was a sigh mixed with outrage, contempt, and displeasure, yet for some unknown reason, her chest was trembling faintly. Her life had been a continuous, severe drought. Before even ten years had passed since she embraced the infant Scholar Park and began her role as the lady of the house, her husband died pre