Katara Motherly Novels & Stories

After, she replied, “Your mom and dad did a lot to me, you think I'm angry because of you? No, bitch, I'm angry because of what they did to me and I won't stop until I see the end of all of you. Odeya, leave with your children or I will make you regret returning. You cannot take Herald away from me.” Katya looked me in the eyes with disdain, all I could see in them was deep hatred for me. What could my parents have done to her to attract all these? My parents are the nicest and most loving people in the world, so I don't trust Katya.

Damon on the sofa across from Katerina with his arms crossed and his expression carefully neutral, which for Damon required visible effort. Katerina looked at him. "You're still angry about the arena," she said. "I'm not angry," Damon said. "You watched me throw your mate across a dirt floor in front of several hundred people," Katerina said. "You'd have to be made of stone not to be angry." "I'm fine," Damon said. "He's fine," Eve said. Katerina looked between them and something crossed her face that might have been amusement. "You have good mates," she said to Eve. "Loyal. Protective. The kind that make you stronger rather than weaker." She paused. "Your mother had the same."

Katy quickly understood that her mother was trying to shut her up by asking her the question, so she looked at her father fearfully and quickly played along with her mother. "Kiara Thompson". Katy said with rage and anger. Just the mention of her name made her angry, but it was different for Mrs Devine. She felt like her soul just left her body when she heard the name. She looked at Katy and stammered, "Do you mean Kiara Thompson, the iron lady and chairwoman of the Thompson group". Mrs Devine asked in horror. "Yes mum". Katy said and looked at her mum in confusion. "Mum, is there anything the matter, she was the one that slapped me so hard". Katy continued.

Mr Michaelson chipped in. “Just shut up you old bald man. You have no right to talk about my children. Neither of you! You’ve not even been in their lives for even half a quarter of the year and you’re already wanting to replace me?! Me?! I’m their mother!.” Katrina cried out. Dylan felt helpless. He was fully aware he could never replace Katrina, she wasn’t the type of woman you could find on a regular day in the streets. She had morals and values which he knew his kids needed to learn from.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

There is no trace of her,' Mara sounded agitated. 'Mara. I need you to remain calm while we think of what to do,' Dominus said and we ended the call. 'Anything the matter?' Dad asked as he came down the stairs to see us making a circle and looking worried 'Mara just called, she said Katrina is missing,' I said. 'Katrina?' Dad looked thoughtful for a while 'Is that not the tall girl with a mole on the side of her mouth from Amman's house?' Dad asked. 'Yes. That is Katrina,' Maureen answered.

"Eloise, why are you crying?" Brady and I had been together for seven years since we met in college, and he had never seen me cry except for our wedding day. It was no wonder he seemed so lost and confused now. I wiped away the tears from my face. "Brady, she may be your mother, but I'm a mother too. How can I tolerate her cursing my children to die?" Brady's voice was much softer now. "My mom's spoiled and a little arrogant, but she doesn't mean any harm."

After all, the dead had no use for love. … My mother kept playing the video. Then, she snapshotted a frame and enlarged it as much as she could. "He's back! Victor Kingsley is back! He wants vengeance! Tell the captain to assemble a team immediately! I will not let him escape!" I was sitting on the station's bench, silently watching my mother work, and a sliver of pride welled up in me. I expected nothing less from my mother. After they uncovered who the killer was, he was arrested in less than a day.

The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always. 'That's what I said, and it's final,' her mother replied, cutting the call before Aurelia could protest further. Typical. Selene Nightbane had a way of deciding everything for her daughter, from the clothes she wore as a kid to the schools she attended. At nineteen, Aurelia craved independence, but here she was, flying back to New York after years in Brooklyn, only to have her mom's new man waiting like some unwanted chaperone.

Beside her, Mom slammed a glass onto the table. "Haven't you had enough? So what if you really scored over 1,350? That doesn't mean your life would be any better after university. If anything, it was better for you to get out into the world early and toughen up! "You were so shy when you were little. And now look at you, talking back and arguing with your own mother. Isn't that proof you needed to get out there?" I honestly couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth.