Mother Gothel Novels & Stories

“Exactly. Mrs. Valenti’s welcome dinner should never be ruined by this kind of person.” Listening to the harsh voices around her, my mother frowned in confusion. “I think you may have misunderstood something.” “I’m not Elena’s relative.” She paused and looked at everyone. “I’m her mother.”

After a moment, he spoke again. “If you die, I want Benita to be Isa’s new mother. Letting her move in now is so Isa can get used to it early.” I hid behind the door, blinking and blinking. Die? What was die? Was Mommy going to die in three months? I didn’t understand it, but Mommy must have, because she wasn’t surprised at all. Mommy shook her head. “As long as I’m alive, that woman doesn’t set foot in this house.”

She patted my back softly and whispered, "There, there. Mommy's here. Mommy has always been here." Behind me, Mom's wails tore through the entire underworld. She knelt on the ground, pounding it frantically. "Helena, come back! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Just come back!" But I could no longer hear any of it. That gentle woman had already gathered me in her arms and carried me into the light. Holding the goblet, the old crone glanced at Mom—who was on her knees sobbing her heart out—and sighed. "You made your bed. Now lie in it." She held out the goblet to Mom. "Drink this and forget about her. Be a better mother next time around."

Yet the culprit, Katie, remained standing out in the open sun, gazing up at the building with an expression of divine ecstasy. "Don't cry! Embrace the heat! This is Mother Nature helping you detoxify your bodies!" The moment the words left her mouth, a basin of dirty, foul-smelling bathwater cascaded down from a fifth-floor balcony, drenching her from head to toe. "Detoxify this, you psycho!" a senior with a fierce northern accent roared from above. "I am coming down there to tear you apart!" In seconds, students from the second, third, and fourth floors began pouring out of the building in a furious stampede.

I lifted my gaze to see him crouching down so we could have an equal vision of seeing each other. "You..." I wanted to bark. I wanted to demand answers from him. I wanted to know how I became the spirit goddess or must I say, one of the daughters of the Moon Goddess. Lothim smiled sweetly. "Have you spoken to your mother? Tell Her that Her first mate wants to speak with Her already," he said while he was clenching his teeth. "After leaving me alone... After She gave birth to you... She never showed Herself before me again!" I flinched when his voice raised. "And now... I am finding out that She will give birth to more daughters... from different men? How outrageous she is!" I gasped when he

She looked every bit the Queen she was, shining in a royal halo, making the entire magnificent room look rather bleak under her noble radiance. "Welcome Your Highnesses. It is truly an honour for me, as you have decided to grace my humble abode." The Queen Dowager smiled warmly, looking as if she had turn over a completely new leaf. "I couldn't be more pleased." What is this? How did Mother Gothel become Mother Teresa!? "It is but my honor to have the privilege to visit you, Queen Mother." Reuben in turn replied in an indulgent tone. What really is going on here!? How did the prodigal son become the filial son!?

“So he threw them out of heaven, like garbage, and Hell was the wasteland?” “And after that, the failed attempts to create an angel kept raining,” “Experiments? That means every time an angel is created but not up to standard, they are sent to Hell, and are referred to as—” “Demons,” I cut her off. “But my mother... My real mother— ” “Is a product of an affair, your grandfather got your grandmother pregnant again, and that's how Lilith II was born.” “Then if he did all of that, why was my mother shun for having a relationship with an angel?”

“Yes, I do.” Giving him a slight nod, I squat in front of Marael and ask. “Where’s my mom. Marael?” Marael ignores me and keeps rocking in place. The witch is completely off her rocker. I need to know where my mom is before I leave this place. Taking a patient breath, I take a step back and ask again. “Where’s my mother, Marael? Tell me!” Marael responds in a sing-song voice. “Mommie’s gone. Mommie’s gone.” Tears slide down my face as I consider the implication of her words. “Is my mom dead?” I ask, even though my heart quakes at the thought of what her answer might be.

As I expected, her face turned sour. "You'll not go back to the hospital, Clark." "I need to, mom. Angela needs me." She harshly stood up from her seat and looked at me with her death glare. "Don't be stubborn!!! You'll marry Natasha! That's final! Forget that gold digger prostitute of yours!!!" "She's not a gold digger!!!" I countered and furiously stood up from my seats. Remembering what's happening to Angela right now makes me boil into anger about what my mom said.

They tie her to the wooden post while Alpha Cal takes a fire-lit torch from a bystander and stands in front of my mother. 'Any last words, Witch?' he asks. My mother glares into his eyes, 'I, Anna Glint of the Healers Coven, curse you, Alpha Cal, for my death shall be avenged by your own bloodline. The day you see my face again is the day you will die!' she shouts, then looks beyond his shoulder and stares directly into my eyes. 'Mother?' I tremble. she smiles and nods. Alpha Cal turns to look at what my mother is staring at, but he sees nothing, ‘What are you staring at? There is no one there!' he yells.