Mama Jalter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I cover the phone as I suck in a breath. “Yeah,” I manage. “I’d love to see them too. Missing Nathan and Freya’s handfasting sucked—but thanks for livestreaming it for me.” “We missed you too, Ryder. But with the way things are…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. “How’s Mama? And you? You two keeping busy now that you’re not Luna and Lune anymore?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Mama’s volunteering at the preschool. That she-wolf wants some grandpups bad.” Dad laughs. “And I’m busy at the garage. Wyatt’s thinking of selling it.”

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.

I lay motionless on the ground. Trembling with rage, my mother stepped forward and stomped hard on my wrist. "Briana, pretending to be dead in front of everyone just to embarrass me. Are you very proud of yourself? "Do you think being my daughter means you get special treatment? "The biggest mistake of my life was insisting on giving birth to you in the first place!" Several people nearby gasped sharply. Sharon covered her mouth, but the delight in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Jonathan let out a gasp when the twins looked up “Mama's on TV!" They said and watched her. Elleanna opened her eyes to look at the music, but ignored what was put in front of her in an act of defiance. She smirked as she began to play a song called Inner Demons by Julia Brennan. She began to sing and tune out the world around her

I finally release the breath I'd been unknowingly holding in. "Argh!" Jace's mother spat with a frown. I turn away in embarrassment as my eyes and her eyes lock. I felt Jace's face tense. "Oh, viniste con Ella ... Ok, entra." Jace's mom, Mrs. Marcelita, spat with her brow arched. Apart from her lousy mouth and evil character, she's beautiful with her lavender eyes. We entered. "Si Mami ella esta conmigo," Jace replied her. Why must they speak their dialect right now, gosh?

Still nothing from Matteo. Mama’s gaze lands on me. “Dante, Alera,” she says sweetly, “you’ve been married almost a year now. I think it’s time I start seeing results.” The table quiets. Alera doesn’t look up. Her fork pauses midair, then lowers gently to the plate. I force a small smirk. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, Mama. Focus on staying healthy first.” She waves me off. “La Vergine says I’m fine. I want a nursery before Christmas, capito?”

Marta glared at me, then at Jace, and walked away. "What was that about?" I turned to Jace as soon as we were alone. "How's she Karen to you? That's Marta Monroe. Jaris' baby mama." Jace's eyes rounded, disbelief glinting in them. "She's the mother of the twins?" "Yes. The very bitch I've been telling you about." Jace shook his head, his eyes on the floor. "Hey, what's wrong?" I touched his arm. His forehead was creased. "Hold on, did you say the kids' birthday is in three weeks?"

“SO let me get this straight, my father and I are wolves, and my mother is a witch…….who poisons my wolf and…..takes my memories?” I asked Martha, hours later at night, trying to absorb all she had told me and even more confused than I was before I got here. Even the hot chocolate steaming in the mug on the table did nothing to comfort me about being here, I didn’t think anything could, not even the kindness on Martha’s face. “I can give you back your memories and try to force your wolf into waking up if you want, but it will be painful, I know its hard to believe all this……” “you’re damn right it is”. “its obviously been a long day for you, just let me show you your room, I’m sure you can

mom adds. "Is it because he's an Alpha? Is that why you two are fine with all of this? You both know I don't want to go," I argue, and before my mother can say it, I continue for her, "and I know, you came here for Dad, you had to sacrifice, but maybe I'm not willing to do that. At least you liked Dad." "You don't like David?" My father asks. "I must say that's rather strange." "Of course she likes him, Dale. He's her mate. She's just being difficult because she would rather run around the world than be a Luna."