Its Wu Mother Novels & Stories

Selene insists, stepping onto the porch and dumping her satchel of collected stones. “They usually are,” he says, pulling her into a one-armed hug. My mother emerges from the door, wiping her hands on her apron. She looks at me, and in that look, I see the woman who forgave a traitor so her children wouldn't have to carry his hate. She is the center of this world, the gravity that keeps us all from drifting into the dark. “Wash up, both of you,” she says. “Aiden just crested the rise. He’ll be here in minutes.”

"Ss...sir, are you a doctor in th...in this hospital?" Bai Zhen asked him with a rather high tone unknowingly and she was shaking, with her eyes which were now red. "Yes!" He answered with a cold voice as always. "My mother, I...I...want to see her" Wu...Wu...Wu...She started crying and she subconsciously gripped Da D,wei's shirt forcefully. "I...I want to hold my mother. Sh...she can't be dead. She can't leave me alone in this bad world. Please take me to her" *Sobs*

In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband. But Gwyneth wasn’t that woman. Not anymore. ‘I just died, I cannot die again.’

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

My mother looked uneasy. “This is where my friend Simone Hughes lives,” Hugh informed us. I had no idea who she was. My mother's eyes widened. “The Hughes? As in the most powerful witch family.” She lowered her voice, and I gazed between the two of them, trying to work out what the hell my mother was talking about.

“The mother who raised you… she was not your birth mother.” “What are you saying? Who was my mother if it wasn’t her?” She’s the only mom I’ve ever known. Some of my first memories are of her. “Your birth mother, my original mate… Was a witch. A very powerful witch.” “We are right here with you,” Wesley murmurs. “It’s all right.” “She died when you were an infant.” And it’s obvious he’s in pain when he says it. But right now, I don’t care very much about his pain. I’m more concerned with my shock.

"You should focus on yourself. I mean, look at you, you got more wounds and bruises than either Hugh or I did." The mention of Hugh gives me the temptation to pry into Dwight's conversation with the woman earlier. I know that delving too deeply can raise suspicion, jeopardizing the fragile trust I’ve managed to establish with him. Instead, I opt for subtlety, choosing my words with care as I seek to unravel the mystery that lingers between them. "Uhm... the woman who was with you earlier, who is she?" I ask, my voice carefully neutral. Dwight's response is immediate, devoid of any hesitation. "She's my mother.”

I whisper. “I’m gonna hit him again!” Mom sing-songs from the kitchen. Dad full-on facepalms. “Jacob, listen to me. Their love makes you worthy. You know the shit we went through in Mathias’ pack. What we survived. What we became. And your mom still loved me. That made me worthy.” I just sit there, stunned. Quiet. “…Shit,” I whisper. “You guys are right.” “Duh,” Mom says cheerfully. “Now wash up and help set the table. Food’s ready in five.”

I point out. Vanda’s hand moves to rest on my leg, just above my knee. "I learned early from my father not to trust anyone outside the family." "Sometimes, even family can’t be trusted," I murmur. "My mother now wants Serena to offer herself to Walter." "Does she?" Vanda’s eyes flash with a spark of Alpha VuK’s intensity. "She won’t—not after Mark, and definitely not after being re-mated. But still, my mother doesn’t stop tormenting us."

Instead, I let my mate stand there on that stage like a fucking showwoman. “You should understand your brother, Michael, Carla Winehouse is the best woman and Luna that this pack needs right now. With half our troops in the East pack, we need more power-” My mother’s steady advice came but I raised an authoritative finger to silence her, ignoring the frown that deepened the groove between her eyebrows.