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Stella blinked as she stared at her daughter in bewilderment. "Super.. Superman?" She repeated and Madison modded with a cute smile, her daddy looks like superman and there was nothing that could change that. "Yes Mummy Maddy is right, daddy looks a lot like Superman, he's handsome and he's big and I'm sure daddy can fight too" Mason nodded. "Mummy can also fight too," Stella frowned. "No!! Mummy is scared of cockroach" Madison replied and burst out into laughter along with Mason.

“You’re right, Mom is a superwoman. I will not cry.” Cassidy thought, “I’m a superwoman. I can’t humiliate myself in front of them. In this life, with my two children, what doesn’t satisfy me?”

“What were some of their powers?” I asked. Ares blinked. “Wait—powers? What do you mean powers?” “Well, Mom has powers,” I reminded him. Mom smiled. “I have the ability to calm people—to cool their emotions. My mother could read people’s intentions.” Ares turned to me. “And what about Aury? Besides snow camouflage?” he teased. I glared at him. If looks could kill. “Listen, just because you can tan doesn’t mean you’re all that different from me. Your hair is pale, your eyes are almost as light as mine.”

" What does the letter say?" " It says that we should send one of our kids to the north to fight the monsters" " mommy I don't wanna go there" " it's alright honey, no one is gonna send you there" says the mother to her child while caressing her head" " Celea" " you dont even need to ask I already red that letter 2 days ago, I already finished packing I'll live tomorrow" " Oh I see" " I have a long way tomorrow I'm going to go sleep now you keep eating"

"You're about to walk into the lion's den." A confident chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm ready, Mom. Sienna Hamilton won't know what hit her." As Marjorie ended the call, a delicious sense of anticipation unfurled within her. She leaned back and fixed her eyes on the screen, ready to watch the spectacle unfold. She might be locked behind bars, but tonight, she felt more powerful than ever.

Her king sized bed was filled with different dresses for occasions. "Mom, you're home… it's just 2:59 pm." she barged into her mother's room with her teddy. Anamika sighed in relief. "Good thing you're here honey, Mooma is going on a date with Uncle Henry," Anamika giggled. Nadia's eyes lit up, "He's back?" She was a little excited and unhappy. "Yes, he just returned, but honey…" Anamika dragged Nadia to the bed, "Mummy cannot seem to find a nice dress. Could you please help me?" Anamika didn't forget that her daughter was just 4.

"Mandy, what happened to the note on my nightstand? The one that had blood on it?" "Oh, that dirty piece of paper?" Mandy looked up. "I tossed it while cleaning today. It was too filthy." "You threw it away?" Melissa stood frozen in disbelief. "Yeah, um... I'm sorry," Mandy's face filled with remorse. "Did I do something wrong?" Lisa stared at her. "I—" She had just opened her mouth when she wad interrupted by a phone call from Dr Lee." She bit her lip and picked up the phone. "Congratulations Miss Melissa. The result of your test says positive. You're two weeks pregnant—with twins."

What the hell ? “Oh my God !!! You are soooooo pretty !!!!” my Mom- the great Alpha Zoe Stone screamed in her sing song voice like a fan girl and if Aunt Nyssa’s hugs spelt death then Mom’s were enough to kill you for ten lifetimes- not exaggerating. I repeat. I am NOT exaggerating.

Mom sat down across from her, spine straight, carrying herself a hundred times better than this woman. Vivian's eyes landed on Mom's face. "So what skincare do you use?" Mom set down her cup, sounding mildly surprised. "Oh, I don't really use skincare. A bit of sun, plenty of water, and that's it." Vivian's grip on her cup tightened. She managed a stiff smile, her eyes sweeping over Mom. "No wonder. Well, you'll have to start taking better care of yourself. You're not exactly a sweet young twenty-something men dote on, like us."

She asks Angela, smiling sweetly. "Angela wipes her eyes and nods. She loves cookies and milk." "The pretty lady holds her hand and together, they walk to her house at the end of the street. The moon is shining dimly above the house and the windows creak as they move in the wind." "Angela imagines the sweet milk and chocolate cookies and follows the woman inside." "Angela is a dumb girl." Ford deadpans. "She's seven remember?" Sue says. "Don't spoil the story for me. Continue Mum."