Mother Dearest That's So Raven Novels & Stories

The Mother Witch watches both women catch their breath, then turns her attention back to our group, Dagar specifically. “The Raven Wolf King,” she says. “And you must be the Mother Witch,” Dagar says. He shows little amusement. “That I am. Now, make your birds retreat.” Dagar keeps his hands at his sides, doing his best to hide his anger, though the tight set of his muscles betrays him as he makes the birds withdraw. Only a few remain, perched around the corners of the room. Behind, poised on a sconce, the white raven watches. The mother Witch—Rowena—gives Malindra a nod, prompting Irena and Malindra to move to her side and speak in perfect unison. “Murus Scutum de morra.”

She decided to call her mother and check if she was still awake. ‘Hey baby.’ Eva answered on the second ring. ‘Mom.’ Raven's voice broke on hearing her mother. Eva sat up from her end. “Hey sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?’ Raven sniffed, throwing her head to the back to prevent the tears from falling. ‘It’s nothing mom. I just miss you and Rowan.’ Eva breathed out deeply. ‘We miss you too honey.’ ‘I don't know if I can do this mom.’ She mumbled after some seconds of total silence.

“I must return to my pack now. I’ve already overstayed, but I’ll be back soon.” She nodded weakly, managing a faint smile. “Before I go, I should tell you… I’m Ashlyn Sauron. You can call me Mother.” Her eyes widened a little, and she nodded again. I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Roselia, I shall take my leave.” “Farewell, my lady. Extend my greetings to the alpha.” “I will,” I said, hugging her gently. “Take care, Mother. I hope to see you soon,” Raven said, her shy smile melting my heart.

she says softly, handing it to Raven. Raven stares at the picture, a young woman with black hair streaked in red, smiling, one hand resting on her swollen belly. “That’s your mother,” Mom whispers. “And she’s pregnant with you in this photo.” Raven’s voice cracks. “Then… who’s the man?” Mom’s expression softens into something warm and aching. “That’s your father, Brad.” Raven looks between all of us, shaking her head. “This can’t be real. Magic isn’t real. These dreams aren’t real. They’re just dreams.”

what's up. Raven; I'm baking right now, can I call you later. in a bit love Caleb; okay . I'll call you in a bit or I'll come over. Raven switches off her phone and continues baking. she is baking Vanilla cake and is still considering whether to add a red velvet as red velvet is her mums favourite. Raven bakes one more than and finally goes to watch awae. Raven is not a big fan of binge watching but she completely fell in love with awae. she remembers almost immediately that she has to text Jane . She quickly goes to her I*******m and sees a couple of messages from Jane009

I looked up to meet my stepmother gaze as she smirked down at me. As soon as our gaze met, my head felt hot as she yanked my hair harshly, pulling me up with it. Though I had expected it, it still hurts as bad as usual. Well, sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Raven, I lost my mother and brother when I was much younger and had to live with my father who is a beta and his newly married wife. The irony was that she promised to take good care of me like I am her child. Seems my angel could not help it and had placed a curse on her as she had never taken in for once which made her hate my whole existence more than ever.

“But remember—this realm is the only place that offers you true protection. Once you return to your world, you will be exposed. No shields. No divine barriers. Just you, your strength, and the power I’ve given you.” Raven looked down at her trembling hands, then back at the fading light in the Goddess’s eyes. “Why me?” she asked softly. “Why me and Cora? Why did you choose us?” The Moon Goddess reached up, her fingers brushing Raven’s cheek with a tenderness that caught her off guard. Her voice came out like a fading breeze. “Because I’m your mother, Raven.” Raven’s eyes widened. “My mother?” The words slipped from her lips in a whisper as the air rushed from her lungs. A storm of emotions a

"Raven this isn't going to bring back your mother—" "What the hell you care?! Huh?! This man killed my mother! My mom has been suffering without me knowing it! All I thought was mom is sick, and I'm working hard to prevent her from dying!! Working my ass off to save her and pay the fucking hospital bills! Mr. Scott, please..." Raven looked down at the desk. As he closed his eyes, his tears fell down on the floor. "I even worked for people just to save her, but all was just planned... I don't want to commit any mistakes again, Mr. Scott, let work for myself...and not for you," "R-Raven, calm down. You think my daughter will like this—"

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

You forget who you’re talking to." She goes silent. Not a breath. For a moment, I think the call has dropped. She speaks again, lower this time. “I just want to talk.” Her voice shifts. Softer now—uncertain, but steady. “You couldn’t have said that yesterday? Or the day before? Maybe even the day you threw me out of your room? Today isn’t just any other day, Roland. My mother thinks you’ve been kidnapped. Your parents said you told them you’d come alone. They're frantic, and you're... what? Brooding?"