Metal Lee Mother Novels & Stories

Anyone. Then a woman appeared. The First Mother. She knelt beside the child. “I found you.” The little Amara looked up. “Are you my mother?” The First Mother smiled. “Yes.” The memory shattered. Amara dropped to her knees. “No…” The little girl stood beside her. “She loved you.” “She hurt me.” “Both can be true.” Amara looked at her. “Who are you really?” The girl smiled. “I’m the part of you she couldn’t destroy.”

***** Old Master Mo’s flashbacks: And yes, it was actually true. Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo were childhood sweethearts. But after Old Master Mo went to the military, Old Madam Mo’s family married her to another boy despite her unwillingness. But she got nothing in marriage except abuse from her husband and in-laws. Even when she returned to her home to tell them about her life in her husband’s home, none of her family members were willing to help her.

Alex’s expression was calm as he shook his head and said, “You can’t, you’re too weak!” Mother Mae was seething with rage, and said to the person beside her. “All of you, step back. I shall take down this wretched thief alone today.” Those people didn’t care too much about it. In addition to the fact that Mother Mae was famous, she was also a sect master. So, they all stepped back a little, and started talking…

He held the links out to the crowd. "My Mommy turned into stone so you could drink clear water," Leo said, his voice dropping into that subsonic register that made the very air turn to iron. "She turned into the floor so you wouldn't fall into the fire. And now you want to cut her heart out to buy a seat in a lunar museum?" Leo’s gold eyes flared, twin solar flares that blinded the security cameras for a microsecond. "If you want her core," Leo growled, "you'll have to take it from me first. And I’m the one who knows how to make the mountain move."

“If you listen, you’ll hear it.” Her mother, Melissa, was quieter but no less fierce. She worked as a healer, known for her steady hands and unshakable calm. Melissa used to say that even the Moon bowed to patience. Baylee was the middle child in a house that was always full of noise and love.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to yell." "It's okay. You have every right to be frustrated." "Agreed, but on another note, you do have some valuable information for us, right?" "Yes. The girl that you killed, her name is Maddie Steele. She said her father was Darren Steele." "Shit," Noah harshly whispered as he continued to bathe me. "Who is Darren Steele? Maddie said he was my mother's mate, and my father stole her from him and then blamed a bunch of crimes on him."

“Honey, I’m surprised you didn’t know. Theodore Watcher was one of the bravest and best vampire hunters according to legend.” “Then how come I’ve never heard of him in the legends!?” Liam scoffed. “Hell, it would have been pretty nice to know where I came from!” “Well, you came from me,” his mother snickered. “I remember that vividly. It was quite a day.” Liam rolled his eyes again as his mother added the berries to her granola. She stirred them in, chuckling the entire time. “Honey, I don’t see why you’re making this such a big deal. It’s just a silly legend, after all.”

He looked up at Mom, who stood by the edge of the bungee jumping platform, and yelled, "Ma'am, you need to come here and check on your kid. She's blocking the way and disrupting our operations!" Mom's face instantly flushed red. She cared about keeping up appearances more than anyone, and being criticized in front of such a large crowd was humiliating. "Tina Shepherd! What kind of stunt are you pulling now?" She swiftly stormed over and grabbed my arm to yank me up. When I remained completely still, her temper flared, and she raised her foot to kick me hard in my waist. "That's what you get for playing dead! You must be doing this on purpose to embarrass me!"

Then Tara-Lee laughed. It cut through the hall, high and wild, and she rose from her injured-mother's chair without a trace of a limp. "You want to bury my family?" she said. "Then bury this with us." She looked at me, and her smile was a blade. "You grieve a dead mother, Talitha. Save your grief. Carmen Moongale never died." The hall tilted around me. "We kept her," Tara-Lee said, savoring it. "Eighteen years. Alive. Screaming. Right under your feet."

Nathan turned to his father “None of your business” Drey replied to him instead. “I’m not asking because of you, but because of the young woman here” Nathan obviously tried to remain cool. “It still remains none of my business!” Drey began to increase his voice. Then, Nathan lost it “Maybe if you learned to be more calm-headed, you would live a happier life” Drey slammed his hands against the table, and stood up in visible anger “Does being calm-headed include acting blind to things that matter, and forgiving the monster that killed our mother?” Drey glanced at his father when he mentioned the monster.