Mama Jalter Novels & Stories

Marcela nods and takes the briefcase, setting it aside on the floor. "By dawn, everything will be on the networks." "I trust that will happen." Maite gets up and leaves a bill under her cup before silently leaving, just as she arrived, unseen by anyone. Marcela sits for a few more minutes while sending some text messages to her friend who works at one of the most read newspapers in the A****n, then she also leaves to get everything ready and pick up Amber from the club. (...) At Grimlore Mansion, Marta, Jarl's mother, sits in the grand hall with a whiskey glass in hand, her feet on the sofa, while a young maid massages her shoulders.

Desi and the other staff have been waiting for him. 'Tring' My phone beeps, there's a message. From Great Madam [Rani, Tomorrow Mummy to Jakarta. There's a social gathering!] [You don't have any schedule with Suma, do you?] [Tomorrow afternoon, Mummy immediately pick you up at the hotel] [Get the best make up! Mum want to introduce you to my friends!] "Mas Suma! Mummy!" I shouted while showing the message on my cellphone. Wow, tomorrow I have to spend the whole day with the Great Madam. She was indeed my mother-in-law, but the thought of her socialite friends made me cringe.

Mother jumped to her feet. “That’s quite enough. I’ve heard enough. If their wolves claimed each other there’s nothing to be done. Hah! Two of my daughters have escaped Pavel’s grasp. That’ll really piss off Mikhail. I spoke to Yulia the other day, they’re in New York doing tourist sightseeing, can you believe it,” mother laughed. My eyes darted to Alex and she stood up abruptly.

God had abandoned Gianna on 13th Street. The place was filled with heroin, gunfire, and the rotting stench of sewers. They also called it the slums. After her parents died in a shooting, her grandmother, Rosa Argento, raised her. Matteo was three years older than she was. When they first met, he was a defiant teenager who had escaped from a fighting ring. He became a target for everyone because of his face, too refined and almost sinister in its beauty, combined with his fierce and untamed nature.

she says cheerfully, striding over to meet us by the door, Alpha Damian not far behind. I swear, Jax’s mom is the kindest, loveliest woman. His dad’s not your typical alpha, either- the more I’ve gotten to know him, the more I’ve realized he’s actually laid back and likes to joke around, a lot like Jax. Both of his parents greet my family warmly, inviting them to come in and make themselves at home. Damian takes Dad into the dining room to get him a drink from the bar cart in the corner, while the rest of us make our way over to the comfortable couches in the living room to hang out.

I do not have the extra energy to hate on someone, but celebrating Christmas with Ivy is just another way to escape my own reality. Christmas has never been a culture here, I mean, not since my father vanished into the land of no return. My mum has been a shadow of herself, and I just wish she didn’t include me. But day after day, she goes out to drink her life out, gamble my money, and box on me whenever she desires. Everyone talked about daddy issues, but I can’t relate, because I only have a mother who would rather punch me than seek betterment. I want to leave, to find peace outside this messed-up life, but I can’t leave, because I made a promise to my father to always keep her safe.

They could always tell when I’d been crying. "It’s nothing important, Ma. What’s for snacks?" I asked excitedly. "I made your favorite maja," she said with a smile. "And I also baked a chocolate cake." Waaahhh!!! So happy! My mom’s maja is one of my favorites. To me, she’s the best cook in the world! I grabbed Jace’s hand. "Come on, let’s eat. I suddenly feel hungry." Jace just laughed. "Stay here for the night. There's no work tomorrow anyway," Mama said.

"I still don't understand." Jada rubs her temples roughly and collapses into a crouch. "My mother is an extremely powerful witch. She's like a thousand years old so she has more experience than even our elders. She disappeared a few years ago, just before Syrra's parents vanished," she mumbles—almost incoherently. "Wait—how do you know it's hers? Do you guys have like a signature or something?" She nods. "Powerful ones do. My mother's magic is cerulean—"

just like I was your father's mate, we were true faded mates just like you are with the quads, but I'm also faded mates with your Uncle Miles it's a blessing from the goddess Jade: wtf mom goddess what?