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My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

he smiles nodding his head. "And Adassah?" "Well, let's just say Adassah is a protagonist of a book called a 'voice in the wind. It's my mom's favorite book. She told me that book leads her to my dad," Matteo chuckles. My mother met my dad when she went to our neighboring pack to buy the limited edition of the book. She was to take the last book from the shelf when my father's hand reaches for it. My father was only there to buy the book for my grandmother since she dares him for it. It wasn't his kind of thing as he was a pretty bad boy at the time.

The woman's eyes bored into mine, eyes I never thought I'd see again. "Mother". ****** Enjoying this so far, please try to leave a review or a comment, it will help to create more visibility for the book. Also thanks to all the readers, and those that gave me gems. Y'all are badass awesome! Love you.

At least books do not pretend to be something they are not. Mother says I must learn to enjoy these gatherings. Perhaps one day I will. But tonight, I highly doubt it. I am already counting the hours until I can return home. — Rose --- Elara's pov I close the diary. For several seconds, I simply stare at the worn leather cover. My mother's voice almost feels alive in those words. Young. Impatient. Annoyed by everything her parents expected from her. It is strange reading about her this way. I had always known her as my mother.

********** That night, I couldn't shake off the feeling that the training with Zane this morning had changed something inside me. Restless, I slipped out of my room and made my way towards the Pack archives. I could find something that hints at the truth about my mother. The scent of old books and dust hit my nostril, the moment I stepped in. I searched through the shelves and then found a book titled 'The Forbidden Luna'. What was that? I quickly opened the book, and scanned through the pages. My mother's name was scrawled across it. My breath caught. Before I could read further, a hard hand closed around my wrist. I froze.

She was a sight to look at. "You can try out the books in my library. I'm sure you'll find one that piques your interest. I read a book titled 'Coping with the boss'. It's a romance novel written by ObsessedInk_writer and it's very interesting. I honestly enjoyed my read. You can read it too. I'm sure you will enjoy it too. We can even read together and discuss the storyline when we are done reading. It will be fun!" She clapped her hands and giggled. Then just as fast as it had been for her to smile, a frown took over and she dropped her gaze. "I used to do that with my mom before she got so busy." "Where are your parents? What do they do?" I decided to ask, curious to know.

That symbol is the only thing that she recognized in Lenna’s journal. As she flipped through the brittle pages, her fingers brushed over the familiar, flowing script of her mother's handwriting. It brought back memories of late nights, curled up in bed while her mother read her stories of ancient spells and enchantments. The words on the pages seemed to whisper to her, carrying the essence of her mother’s voice, gentle and wise.

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I can't just let them down. I spent the next hours with mom where she was telling me about her best friend who was Evanna, my mom. She said she was a wonderful woman, beautiful, loving, caring, kind and respectful. She was a very respected lady, very strong, intelligent and determined. She was the best alpha she had seen. When I departed from my mom after lunch, I went back to the library. I still had a lot to find out. I sat again with another big volume black hardcover book.

I would accompany Natalie to the library, the science museum, or simply sit on the balcony with our books and a cup of tea, enjoying a quiet afternoon. I began to slow down and enjoy life, doing things more than just to survive. I realized that life could be so simple yet beautiful. … One night, after Natalie finished her homework, she suddenly ran over to hug me. "Thank you, Mommy." I was taken aback. "What are you thanking me for?" "Thank you for being so brave and for protecting me." Natalie nuzzled her cheek against my pajama top. "And thank you for showing me that a woman can be strong and shine so brightly."