Mother Gothel Novels & Stories

I turned to look at my mother who stood behind me . " Mother you can speak to Bethel , Please make it fast the execution will begin soon. She walked forward and stood in front of Bethel cage . " Bethel ...she called out her name , But Bethel didn't answer her " " Bethel please talk to me child " " What do you want from me woman,Go away and leave me allow , You caused everything now see were it had landed me ... You caused it all if you had not favoured Valerie over me this wouldn't have happened now see what you have caused mother "

"WHY MOTHER TURNED INTO EVIL, HAH?! WHY?! DID YOU FORGET! I AM YOUR SON?!" "I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE MY BIOLOGICAL CHILD OR NOT! AS LONG AS YOU DARE TO DESTROY ALL OF MOTHER'S PLANS! MOTHER WILL NOT HESITATE TO TAKE ACTIONS MORE BROKEN THAN THIS! UNDERSTAND?!" shouted Mrs Helda no less loudly. "EVIL MOTHER!"

" The mother smiled, she had a strength in her soul that was abrupt. -No! I won't listen to you. She let out a bitter laugh. -You are not meant for Lysa. She is meant for the hunter. No matter what you do, she won't want you. The hunter will win the main battle. -She said, raising her tone, almost shouting. Goth squeezed her mother's neck. Those seconds were the longest and most unbearable seconds of his life. He didn't want to do it, but his rage controlled him. The crunching sound was horrible, he would never forget it. He didn't want to do it, he repeated to himself, she had pushed him into the abyss of her pity. The mother's heart stopped and she fell to the ground. The lifeless body lay

Hélios asked suspiciously. "Because I have seen a similar spell happen, and the curse was helping Gáta with the spell, making it stronger." I replied. "How is she alive if I crushed her neck?" Hélios asked. "She is a Moira witch, I should have suspected that her death was too easy!" I replied, exasperated, because I could have prevented it if I had realized that Gáta was a traitor. "You brought her to the pack! You are to blame!" Hélios shouted and grabbed me by the neck, but I didn't resist.

I think he was called Nikolai. I approached the door to clearly hear what my mother was saying. My eyes widened from shock when I listened to that conspiracy planned by both the Queen Mother and Hela, and that's when mom said, "I'm wrong; I shouldn't have trusted this despicable Wilson. All those years I thought I had got rid of Rita's curse, but now she's after me."

“It was Greta all along. I never suspected Nick like she wanted us to. She worked with Nicola to have me and the kids kidnapped…” “Lies! Those are all lies from this evil woman! You all don’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth. Have you all forgotten her mother was a dark wolf? She’s as evil as her mother! They are all evil beings!” Mother screamed at the top of her voice. I was appalled by her constant change of emotion. Here she was trying to make things right and now she’s going hysterical.

However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand. “Don Hill, please show some respect,” Luke said coldly, his tone carrying a quiet but deadly authority. “The woman standing before you now is the Donna of the Gerald Family.” The words ‘Gerald Family’ hit the room like a thunderclap. “My God… the Gerald Family from North Atlantis? They never attend the Alliance Summits!” “That woman… She’s the Donna? She’s way too young!” “I heard the old Don of Gerald Family only had one daughter, the one who ran away years ago for a relationship… Could it be her?”

Eyes sharp despite the late hour. "Theo. What's wrong?" "We need to talk. Privately." He steps into the hallway. Closes the door behind him. "What happened?" I lead him to the empty common room. Gesture for him to sit. "There's no easy way to say this," I start. "So I'm just going to say it. Your mother had another child. A daughter. Her name is Maren. She's twenty-four. Living in Seattle. And the Bloodline Project just made contact with her."

"I don't need your permission. I'm only informing you. Besides, you're not some parasite living inside me. You're not going to die without me. "Mrs. Ziegler, this situation is completely your own doing. If I were you, I'd reflect on my own mistakes instead of blaming everything on other people." Mom covered her face and started sobbing. "Your father died so young, and now you're abandoning me too. You're trying to kill me." I had seen this performance far too many times. It didn't work on me anymore. I turned around and walked away immediately. I hadn't driven that day, and if I didn't leave soon, I'd miss the last subway train.

“Mom, I'm here.” A simple grave and a modest headstone were all that remained of my mother. “Mom, I found the truth.” I crouched down and placed the photograph beside the grave. The image Margaret took was blurry, the figures faded with age, but I could still make out the silhouette. “The man who hurt you didn't die by my hand.” I paused. “He was destroyed by his own greed.” The night before, Victor's condition deteriorated rapidly.