Lucifer Morningstar Mother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alexander: Okay… I'll call her tomorrow to make an appointment for Luna's pregnancy check-up… you'll see, Angel, she's very kind. Evangeline: I trust you… My father looked at me with emotion, and I smiled gently at him. Drake: I've barely gotten my daughter back, and already I'm going to be a grandfather… Suzanne: But… didn't you tell me she had a heat? Alexander sighed softly and kissed me on the forehead. Alexander: Mother, do I need to remind you that she hears everything you say to me through the family connection? Stop talking about my Luna as if she isn't here. The child was conceived before she even had her wolf…

The crying continued, soft but painful. Lucien frowned slightly. Young Master? What kind of situation is this? For a moment, he thought he was dead and this was the afterlife, because he clearly remembered how he died. He was not any “young master.” No one had ever cried for him like this. He was Lucien Morningstar, the son of a military doctor, Morningstar Zeus. His entire family had given their lives to the country, yet in the end, all they received was humiliation, betrayal, and a painful death.

The details made my stomach drop. Luna De Luca. Your Mother.

Afterall, at the end of the day, the only sin that Lucifer Morningstar had committed was mating with a werewolf and having hybrid sons. Yet, they don’t blame Ambrose’s daughter for doing the same, because she’s dead. Who knows if she's truly dead, afterall, Ambrose came back alive, despite what Lucifer said about killing him. It was at this point that Azriel hope that wherever Seraphina was, she should show up very soon , with her as a hybrid and also Ambrose’s granddaughter. The spotlight will be taken away from his father a little bit, and the people’s favorite will be bashed just like they are doing to his father right now.

800 dollars to rent a place for Mom was irrational spending, but 230 thousand dollars for her mother's bag was reasonable. I stared at her hard. "Lucy, does your risk control only apply when it's my family?" She sighed. "Caleb, how do you still not get it? My mother's social circle determines what she needs to maintain appearances. Your mother is a retired factory worker. "Living in an older building is more her speed, and it's good for her mentally and physically." When Lucy finished speaking, she stood up and poured me a glass of water. "Enough of this. Get some sleep. You've got court tomorrow. And you've already used 87% of your credit limit this month. There isn't much left.

The next morning, Iris came downstairs expecting to see Alaric. Instead, she caught only the sharp sound of the front door closing. She stopped halfway down the stairs and looked toward the entrance, but Alaric was already gone. He hadn’t even glanced in her direction before leaving. His coldness from the night before had only hardened further. Her jaw tightened. Apparently, last night’s humiliation hadn’t been enough. Her phone rang before she could let the anger settle. It was her mother. Iris answered, forcing her voice into something bright and cheerful.

My pulse drums in my ears. “Scarlett,” the figure says. A woman’s voice, low and sharp. “You deserve the truth.” She steps forward. Moonlight spills over her features. I gasp. It’s my mother. “Mom?” My voice cracks. “What are you—” “Stay back,” Damien warns, but she ignores him. Maria’s eyes glitter with something between sorrow and fury. “I told myself you’d never have to know. But they won’t stop. They never stop.”

Lucifer stands his ground, staring at me. "That's not fair!" It isn't, at all. "You don't like the thought of innocents dying little kitten. If you can't accept Emilia to help, then I go pick up a lovely nurse, bring her back the kill her after." "Fine!" My word is screamed, "I promise not to make any moves on Lucifer until after the babies are born." Her words cause me to glare at her, but they are cut off as I scream, grasping onto the chair.

I took a deep breath and started. “Yes. It’s true. I am Zaria Morningstar. The granddaughter of Lucifer.” her eyes twinkled. She is very far from scared. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She hit me on the arm. It hurts. “Sorry? I am not supposed to tell anybody.” I slightly laugh that she’s mad because I didn’t tell her more than because I’m a demon. “This is mind-blowing! Top-of-the-line information!” she is almost jumping on my bed.

Medusa smirked, casting a spell on the woman, and swiftly grabbed several baby milk bottles into a bean bag before flying out of the motherless baby's home, descending into hell like lightning. She cradled Lucinda on her lap and began feeding her one of the baby bottles. Lucinda suckled on the bottle with her tiny mouth, closing her eyes and gradually drifting off to sleep. Medusa let out a sigh of relief. She gently placed her on the bed, covered her with the duvet, and settled down beside her on the soft mattress. Twenty years later, "Lucinda! Lucinda! Lucinda! Where are you?" Lucifer called out with a deep, resounding voice.