Metal Lee Mother Novels & Stories

To keep his senses in check, he chose to affirm the picture with his mother. When he parked his car and entered the building, she wasn't in the main house. Grace was by the poolside with her socialite friends who enjoy living every second of their life. Being a most sorted celebrity stylist in the history of Hollywood has earned his mother a lot of fame and wealth. Her failing health five years back had almost dimmed her light, but being the fortunate one she bounced back in no time. Using his palm to shield his eyes from feasting on one of the naked ladies, Leo called out to his mother. "Hey mom!”

Montego’s POV: I don’t know how any of this is possible, but I will enjoy every second. There is so much I want to tell her. I can’t believe that Luna Lateri would say that about my mother. She would never hurt anyone, she didn’t even like training. She always tried to avoid it as much as possible; she would just learned the basic defensive moves never anything fit for a war. So, I know whatever Luna Lateri and Mylan were talking about couldn’t be true. “My mother just got back , she doesn’t have any weapon or anything on her. I really don’t know where you guys got this story from but it is obvious that it isn’t true.” I said, looking directly at Lynn who looked defeated as she sat in one

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

The bodyguard's eyes went wide at what I said. Mom said something to him, and he tore out his earpiece before pushing the phone into my hand. I glanced at the screen and saw a woman with flawless makeup and rosy cheeks. It was my mother, who was supposed to be dead. There wasn't a trace of warmth on her face. Her gaze was wary, edged with a subtle, almost hidden touch of regret. What could she possibly regret? No mother would ever hurt her own child, yet she had used those so-called "dreams" as her excuse to kill me.

The youngest giggled nervously, toes sinking slightly as if into mud. “Like Mama,” she said. The middle child shook violently. “No,” he whispered. “Not like her. She stayed with words. It wants more now.” The eye beneath the floor shifted, rolling slowly beneath the wood. Wherever it passed, the hut creaked in pleasure. “Blood ends hunger,” the voice murmured. “Blood makes home.” Memories surged again — not visions this time, but feelings. Lerato’s exhaustion. Her fear. Her love sharpened into desperation. She had bargained for shelter, for safety, for time.

Over the phone, I had pleaded with Martin desperately. Martin, please, I'm begging you to come back! You have to come back... Mom is really dying! She needs you to sign the authorization, or we can't get the bone marrow match! You're the only one in the entire hospital who can sign off on this! If you don't come back, Mom is really going to die!"

Mom was drenched in blood as she approached Gladys. Startled, Gladys slowly backed away. But Mom just tossed the knife away. Getting to her knees, she bowed at Gladys. "I've done many terrible things to Anne. When I'm dead, please don't bury me next to her. I don't want to make her upset." Lifting her gaze, Mom looked in my direction, saying, "Anne, wait for me. I'll be right there." "No!" Gladys tried to stop her, but it was too late.

of reality was devalued to zero. And then, a new voice spoke….a voice from the basement stairs of the real world. "Rule Number Seventeen," the voice said. Mia and Elara both turned. Standing at the edge of the void was a woman who looked exactly like their mother, but she was holding a silver shotgun and wearing combat boots. "The Vances don't pay debts," the Mother said, leveling the gun at the Chairman’s holographic head. "We collect them. And I’ve been undercover in the Auditor’s office for a long, long time." She pulled the trigger.

Kevin continued, but was interrupted. "Kevin, shut your mouth!" My mother, Ariana Moore, jumped onto the stage, embracing me, and shouted at all the werewolves, "My daughter is the most precious treasure in the world. Stop mocking her right now, or I won't be lenient with any of you!"

"Mama, I'm warning you to stop. Have some sympathy, do you know what this girl has gone through in life?, and I love her." "You can always fall out of love." "You know it doesn't work that way mama and remember that I took a vow to be with her for better or for worse." "Oh! my goodness." Mama feigned to be shocked. "This girl has brainwashed my son, I know her type and she has charmed you diabolically. But I will show her that I'm more powerful than her." Pleading now she looked her son in the eyes "please let this girl go, she will ruin your life."