Metal Lee Mother Novels & Stories

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

I thank her, even though I don't feel like eating right now. -"So..." Her left hand rubs her thigh up and down while the other tucks a loose silver hair strand behind her earlobe. "How's Liam doing?" She asks as I take a sip of the hot mocha. My mother's hair used to be black like mine, but it became full silvery-white twenty-two years ago after healing everyone after the war. She is Moon Goddess champion, and as her daughter, I am expected to fill her shoes, to be an influential figure just like her. It's a lot of pressure.

"I am no longer the queen, address me as Skylar, that's my name in this lifetime" Maye smiled. "Of course" Skylar nodded her head. "Tell me what happened with Karam, why did you do what you did?" Maye sighed, once again bathing in stigma. "During the second blood Moon, I met Karam's mother, she was trotting away from the villagers because they didn't know about the prophecy and they had lost a lot of lives, they were terrified of the unknown and wanted to get rid of it. The woman ran away with her child and I met her, she instantly divulged me with the baby, she wanted me to hide with her son. I admired the trust she had in me..." She paused, thinking back to the death of that witch. "I left

"I just taught her a little lesson about wandering where she doesn't belong and taking things that aren't hers." With that, she hung up. I didn't hesitate. My thumb found my fiancé's contact, and I hit dial. One ring. Two. Three. He picked up on the fourth. Music blasted through the speaker—something classical and expensive, the kind of music that cost more per hour than most people made in a month. Crystal glasses clinked in the background. The annual gathering of the five mafia families was already in full swing. "Anthony," I said, keeping my voice steady, "your mother is in the east wing of the estate. Your secretary, Lilian, is assaulting her. You need to get there now, or—"

They looked for her and said, "It's all your fault! You killed my son!" "I want you to pay with your life!" Zoe was scared when she heard of this, and quickly looked at Jack pleadingly. "Jack, you have to save me. I'm your mother!" Jack kicked Zoe at the back of her knee, and she couldn't handle the pain and fell to her knees. "This sin is your own doing. You have to pay for it yourself." Then, Zoe turned to Ethan. "Even if I didn't make you and your son happy, I have taken care of you all this while, right? How can you two treat me like this?"

But I didn't stop her. I stayed awake the entire night, just waiting for any noise to come from the other room. Sure enough, I heard the screams in the middle of the night. Mom had waited until Dad was fast asleep before she took the sharp knife hidden under the pillow and stabbed his legs repeatedly. As she stabbed, she screamed in a frenzy. "Liam, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't worry. You can live without your legs. I'll stay by your side forever and take care of you!

“Wait. What?” River bites into the bar, chews, and mutters around it — “Can we get some real food?” She slumps down into the seat, hoodie bunched around her chin, knees pulled up. Her voice softens a little, but not enough. “You know that since last year, my mom has drawn the same devil card for Lee?”

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.