Metal Lee Mother Novels & Stories

Kylie side-hugs Mother, rubbing her shoulders to calm her. My eyebrows knit together as we all stare at Mother. "What do you mean you're dying?" Lee asks, looking worried. Kylie mimicks the same expression of worry that Lee has on his face. Deep down inside me, I smile at the thought of my mother going to die soon. But I'm more concerned with why Mother's business is collapsing. If anything, she was a very successful business woman managing a renowned modelling agency.

Not even the birthplace of her mother. "No you don't, only the things your father chose to tell you. Your mother is a Greater Demon, Maddie. And she has been killing mortals all over New York. We need to find her and take her down." The tears that had been threatening to drop finally did, and Maddie curled in on herself, hugging her legs tight "I don't know what to believe anymore. I have a mother?" "Yes, Maddie, you do" "Can you excuse me? I need some time to process this, please"

"Step away from him, old woman." Mother turned to face her, completely ignoring the weapon. "Old woman? Child, I am Catherine Blackwood, daughter of Odin Blackwood, the blood of the moon goddess runs through my veins. You are nothing." The red-haired girl fired, but Mother was already moving. She rolled to the side, the bullet sparking off the stone wall where she had been standing. In one fluid motion, she came up with Dean's dropped knife in her hand. "Impossible," Dean gasped, still struggling to breathe.

Only I can’t afford them. “She’s doing a bit better, at least momma had some color in her cheeks when I left and was sleeping again,” I let out a sigh. “Momma told me she would check into the rehab and this time stick to it.” I pause, “erm Dylan’s dad organized it. He’s paying for her to go private.” I wait for them to say something. Mylee’s eyes open wide like I’ve told her I have just won a billion bucks or something. “Dylan’s dad? That Levy? And you’re calling him Levy now? Okaaay, so what is going on?”

"You're likely a little anemic, Maeve. I'll let Olly know. You'll need more iron in your diet." "Your boobs are huge," Myla said curtly, and both Cleo and I turned to her. "Are you okay—" I said, but Myla was already out the door, slamming it shut behind her. "What's her problem?" Cleo sighed deeply as she put her tools back in the bag, running her fingers along the smooth leather. "Her biological mother died in childbirth, remember?" "Oh," I replied, feeling incredibly insensitive. I blushed, drawing my knees into my chest. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking—"

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak

I choose my mom since she might have more information about his birth parents, and a small part of me felt like she knew more than she was letting on. I head over to my mom's apartment on top of our office building. I open the door without knocking. She is sitting at the table drinking a coffee and reading a book. “Hello” she welcomes me. “What did you do today?” I take my shoes off and sit down at her table. “Funny you should ask because I was coming here to tell you” I go on. “I found an article at the library today about a Monica and Lee Harvey. They were murdered in the woods not far from Meaford. Only about a 15-minute drive from here.”

Malachi pleads his case when my mom stands up and moves towards him. “We can not manipulate a wolf into saying what isn’t true, Malachi. If what this woman has said under the alpha command without difficulty, then it is the truth. Who is she?” my mom asks and I smirk, knowing she already knows. “Sapphire Elisabeth Moore. You know the whore of Solar Eclipse, former spy here.” I say and my mom looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Leon says. "Not so fast. Where are the weapons and stuff that we have agreed upon? I want the spell for the sunlight tattoo, the stakes, and my grandfather's sword. I will not tell Maureen over to you until you bring your part. You have seen her and know she is the special child of John Romero and my sister Michelle. I will take Maureen back home now and ensure she is safe until you bring your part of our deal," I say. I grab Maureen and hold her in front of me if he decides to try something.