Novel & Cerita In My Godmother Era

I agreed right away because I also wanted to do it to avoid thinking about what happened last week. "Good morning, godmother," I greeted her as she entered the house. She was one of my godmothers when I was baptized. She’s a close friend of my mom since they were kids. "Good morning, my godchild, and good morning, Rosa. Ugh, I’m so angry this early because of those gossips in our barangay. Good thing I arrived when I did, or else, those three might have spread their gossip all over the barangay," Godmother Lydia said. I couldn’t help but laugh at what she said, but it was clear she was really angry.

Louder this time. "Lydia Morozov," I say her name like a curse, "has been my Godmother since my twenties. She stitched my wounds when I was too proud to see a doctor. She held me when I buried Aurora. She taught me how to lead when I didn't know my ass from my elbow." "She gave me everything." My throat tightens. "And I gave her the same." My gaze drifts—unbidden, unwanted—to Carlton. He's not looking at me. He's looking at Damon.

After all, these people had been doing nothing but pain to me, the fucking gullible Jenna. I push through them and start to run again, this time I went in the park's direction. I wanted to go to the church, however, this is a werewolf world. I know they don't pray to God but believe in the moon goddess. The woman I once believe and put my trust in when I was a werewolf but not anymore.

“That bastard never told you, did he?” She doesn’t need to tell me who that “bastard” is. Based on the tone of her voice I’m pretty certain that she is speaking of my grandfather. Seeing my still stunned expression, she looks me directly in the eyes as she says, “I’m your godmother.”

Paul had been away on business for the past two days, which was why I felt bold enough to act this way. Rose was like a sister to me. When I was young and sickly, Rose's mother worked as a pediatrician, and our families got to know each other over time. Eventually, I came to think of Rose's mother as my godmother. The reason I came to Rose's house this time was because she called and said Paul's company needed help. She did not trust or want to hire strangers, so she asked me to come.

They call them guardians. He was tall, brown hair and eyes and well built. "There are 12 month-tribes blessed by the moon, who can tell me a few months and their affinities?" This was common knowledge, anyone could intuitively guess this. Everyone except for Larry, that sluggish moron seated at the back corner, he couldn't recite the alphabets correctly if his life depended on it. Maybe, she hyperbolized that a little bit but truly he was just a stupid big dumb oak.

Alpha Rodriguez, who had been observing the scene with a proud smile, spoke up, "You're lucky to have such a caring godmother. Treasure this gift, and cherish each other during your time in Canada." As I clutched the visas in my hand, a mix of excitement, gratitude, and love filled my heart. I couldn't wait for the journey ahead, where we would create lasting memories and strengthen the special bond we shared as mates. With Godmother Ruth's thoughtful gift, our connection was destined to grow deeper, and I felt truly blessed to be part of this extraordinary family.

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

Lena followed behind him, supporting my Godmother. The second my Godmother entered the room, several older board members shot to their feet. One elderly man nearly dropped his cane. “No,” he whispered. “It can’t be.” Another woman covered her mouth. “Elena Caelthorne?” My Godmother looked exhausted. But she lifted her chin proudly. “Good evening,” she said softly. The room exploded again. I looked between everyone in confusion. “Who is Elena Caelthorne?” I asked. No one answered immediately.

Everything managed. I pick up my fork. "How long have you known Derek?" He cuts into his chicken. "Ten years. Since he was fifteen." "His godfather." "In name only. I have no children of my own, and his father thought the association would be useful." "Was it?" "For him. Not for me."