Josuke Mother Novels & Stories

Josie asked while smiling after a moment of silence. "Yes," Janet replied immediately. "I'm Janet." "I'm Josie but you can just call me Mother," Mrs. Josie introduced herself. "I didn't know that Cora has such a good and loving goddaughter." The smiles on Janet's face didn't leave her as Mrs. Josie continued to praise her. She's pleased with the words that come out of her mouth. But there was a question in her mind that was bothering her. She really wanted to ask Gabriel's mother this but she can't get a chance. But when Mrs. Josie got a little quiet for a moment, she forced herself to ask her as she definitely continued to be bothered by that question if she would not do it.

Thaddeus was staring at me to test if what I just said was just some sort of jesting or if he should be worried that I must be brought to the asylum. Sighing one more time, I averted my gaze, suddenly regretting that I was still told about this. "I know that it might be hard to believe, but that is the truth." I clasped my hands together, drilling more courage to look at him again. "My father, Hideyoshi Azai, is one of the mates of the Moon Goddes, my mother." This time, my voice became earnest since revealing a big part of my life was a significant matter to me, especially since this shouldn't be taken lightly.

Dominic wanted to see documents about his mother. The file contained only a few pieces of paper summarizing details about Lisanna's mother. Her name is Jasmine. A beautiful middle-aged woman, but her beauty has been eroded by alcohol, her current look is very scary and like a corpse. She was very beautiful, but she used too much alcohol, so her mind and face were both unstable.

He knew her heart was aching to find her daughter, Sakura. Though this Sakura wasn’t in any way related to him by blood, he had to help Haruka find her, because that was what the head of the family should do. Sosuke had been the head of the Suzuki family since three years ago when his uncle, Haruka’s husband, had died in a car accident. Sosuke had known it hadn’t been an accident because the Suzukis were by far one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and they’d been targeted too many times to consider that particular accident an accident.

When she got home, she called Genzo *hey darling ...I miss you ...don't ask, Christin is so incompetent, you wouldn't believe that ...I'm really going in here ...I know I'll be glad if you come with me next time ...how's Kaltz? ...really, I'm glad ... Kojiro is at home too ...no, his mother's not well, I looked at her yesterday, she has pneumonia. ...so far she hasn't let a doctor get close to her, at least she trusts me

If only she knew sooner the truth, that her mother was really the one who broke the promise she made with her father. The truth was Hanabi came back into Souzou to find Kozuko and bring him to Chikyuo. Unfortunately, Hannock found her out before she could push him to the portal. Kozuko knew who killed her mother but then he was young then. Hannock let him go, thinking he would just die in Pinress. But Kozuko survived. That night when she knew the truth about who killed her mother, she doesn’t remember much of it after. She sees Kenshi and his smile but then it was blurry and then dark.

There was a figure dressed in linen kneeling on the ground in the deepest part of the hall. She was not too old. She was in her forties at most, and her face was quite delicate. However, she seemed to age ten years older due to the sudden shock. Katie Price, Miwa Fujihara’s mother, was a woman from the Island Nation. Her face was a little gloomy at this moment. Apart from her daughter’s death, another reason for the gloom was that she had just received the news… The banknotes flying all over the sky ruined the meticulously arranged drama.

I take a deep breath and do my best to calm myself. “What’s your full name?” Aaron questions moving over in a rolling chair to look Hanzo over like he’s inspecting him. “Hanzo Emrys Bushida, just like my mother,” Hanzo answers then nods to a Japanese woman sitting at the table, she instantly goes white. She has long black hair and very similar features to Hanzo just more elegant. “Aiko Bushida?” Aaron questions looking to the woman like it was an accusation. “Hanzo is my son,” she admits watching Hanzo with fear flooding her eyes.

I tried to summarize Akio. Mom frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Is this girl American?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I know my mom isn’t fond of the idea of being getting involved with American women. She still hasn’t fully let go of what the country did to her, my dad, and other citizens that are of Japanese descent during the war. “No, mom. She's Japanese. Akio Yoshida.” I answer, smiling just thinking about her.

I offer with a laugh trying to take the pressure off Josie. She looks at me and cautiously smiles. My dad pulls Josie in for a bear hug, while my mother impatiently awaits her turn. Finally, my dad releases Josie and my mother envelopes her in a soft, nurturing hug. “We are sorry for all that you have endured, Josie,” my mother murmurs in her ear.