Luz Mom Novels & Stories

CLEOPATRA'S POV Mom's words felt like a sharp arrow plunging through my heart muscles. How could she even fountain something so ridiculous. Lorenzo has practically been providing for our family all this past months. Isn't she the least bit guilty about all the insulting rumors spreading about our family. “Mom you can't do that," I debated, “Lorenzo has done so much for us. I don't think it would be right to bother him with every little thing." “So that means you are sending me the money?" Mom asked, ignoring every single word that escaped my lips.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Mom, I've been—” “Busy,” Liz cut in, sticking her tongue at me. “Silly girl.” Mom pointed the knife at her. “You've eaten half the groceries, but you've done nothing to help. You won't even help me wash them.” Liz looked entirely unrepentant. Mom turned back to me, eyeing me up and down. “Well... your breasts have filled out nicely. There has to be a man somewhere doing the Lord's work.” She winked. “Mom.” I pressed my fingers to my forehead.

The following morning, the day after Sunday; Lulu and I got dressed up for school; we were just on our way outside, I saw mom's car driving in; Lulu looks at me and said she'd go and get the cab for us; I waited for mom to get down from her car; and the second, her legs touched the ground; she met me looking straight at her; her face was strangely looking pale… "Good morning baby, have fun with Lulu," She hit the door to her car; and she approached me; and kissed me on my left cheeks as she rode further to the door… I turned back and I stopped her by holding her hand, mom looks at it, bewildered, she goes further, and ask if everything is fine… I shake my head; I stare at mom's shoes; it had

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

He asked making sure I heard him as I walked away Luna's POV I learnt an important lesson at a very early stage in my life, life is fucked up Yeah, life is so fucked up Life has fucked me up so many times, so many times that I've lost counts now I stared at my Mom noticing how pale she had become A once vibrant woman now reduced to a living corpse "Please come back to life for me Mom, please" I couldn't cry anymore, seems like my tear duct has finally dried up Mom had an accident and she's being in a vegetative state for 6 months now

Luz’s amber eyes flashed with something dangerous, the black veins along his jawline pulsing erratically as Mestre Escuro’s words struck a nerve deeper than any blade could reach. Luz’s armoured hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, knuckles turning white beneath the black steel. “You are enjoying this,” he said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “Twisting my past into some kind of psychological weapon.” The hidden white ribbon on his wrist seemed to burn against his skin as memories of Amelia– her laughter in the sunlit village, her courage during the fight– flooded his mind like a torrent. “I have denied myself everything since that day on the battlefield,” Luz continued, taki

Mom caressed the photo on the graduation certificate as she spoke. "It's all my fault. I destroyed your pride and stole your happiness." She sat there for a long time. The sun began to sink into the horizon. Its dying rays streamed through the window and bathed Mom and my photo in a golden glow. Mom slowly rose to her feet. She padded over to my desk and picked up my urn, holding it to her chest. She walked over to the window and stared at the lights in the houses in the distance.

She even hummed the song I loved most, “Fireflies.” As Lucas licked his ice cream, he said, “Mom, let’s come here every day. Just us. Not the bad Chloe.” This time, Mom’s face turned serious. “Lucas, don’t call your sister that. “She’s very sick. We have to take good care of her.” He pouted, trying to get away with it by acting cute. But Mom didn’t smile. He realized she meant it and reluctantly said, “Okay… good Chloe.” Dad, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly looked at his phone.

"Since you know you're guilty, then you need to pay the price!" My right eyelid twitched violently—and that's when I saw it. She was holding a gleaming fruit knife in her hand. "It's because of those disgusting eyes of yours! Mom can't eat, can't sleep—you've tormented her until she's barely even human anymore!" My face went pale. I stumbled backward in terror. "If I just gouge them out, Mom will never have nightmares again!" Alice's face twisted with madness as she raised the knife and lunged straight at my eyes.