Mother Gothel Old Lady Novels & Stories

He figured it would be a mercy to just get knocked out cold. Right then, an old woman hobbled into the doorway, her back crooked, propped up by a cane topped with a dragon's head. "Enough! Show some respect to young master Elidor!" Who was she? Alexander racked his brain. The Campbell family did not have anyone like her in the ranks, and she seemed like just a regular old lady from the vibe she gave off. "Save me!" Elidor, spotting the old lady, ran toward her, tumbling and rolling to cower behind her.

Both Robert and Thorne were outstanding in both talent and appearance, so Thea could almost be certain that the beautiful madwoman mentioned by the old woman was indeed Robert's birth mother. In contrast to Thorne's calmness, Thea was very excited and asked, "Do you know where she is now?" The old woman seemed immersed in her past memories, as if she hadn't heard Thea's words. She muttered to herself, "That beautiful madwoman was very wealthy, very wealthy... Her husband loved her so much, so much, and the female villain was jealous of her..." "No, no, no, I can't say," the old woman suddenly covered her ears and shook her head, "The witch won't spare me. She is the worst."

An elderly woman walked in with firm steps, her golden-tipped cane tapping rhythmically against the floor. She wore a pearl-grey silk dress paired with an expensive mink fur coat. Behind her stood a beautiful young woman with platinum blonde hair, radiating pure aristocratic arrogance. It was the Old Lady Eleanor Thorne, Mavric's biological mother, and beside her was Isabella de Montfort, daughter of one of Europe's oldest banking families. Lady Eleanor stopped right in front of Mavric's bed. She didn't even glance at Liora, as if she were merely dust on the floor. She looked at her son with cold eyes, devoid of the usual maternal emotion.

The door panel hit the old lady's head. "Well, I'll be damned. Yelena's mother is here too." Topher sneered as he looked at the old lady. "Get out of here, you hag. Don't blame me if I end up hurting your fragile limbs." "How dare you?" The old lady's anger was palpable upon hearing Topher's disrespectful words. She raised her crimson sleeve, and a ladle on the kitchen counter magically flew toward Topher. He quickly dodged it, narrowly avoiding being hit, but the ladle smashed hard into the door panel, leaving a large hole. The old lady violently coughed a few times.

"Anyone who dares to kill my grandson, I will make sure that blood will be shed!" At this moment, an old woman walked in and said with a strange smile, "It's me! Holden Coleman, do you still remember the old lady?"

My chest tightened slightly when my gaze shifted to my mother. My mother, once the Widow Von Schiller but now known as Mrs. Rosamia Soler, retained an ageless allure at forty-five. Initially, I wondered if my perception was biased, given my admiration as a daughter. Yet, it was a sentiment echoed by many who have encountered her. She seemed impervious to the passage of time. Over the years, I had observed how male guests would be ensnared by her presence whenever she entered a room. Despite her diminutive stature, there was an aura of authority about her that transcended her physical stature. It wasn't just elegance; even those accustomed to coarseness found themselves silenced in the face o

I commented and looked back at Deu. “I don’t need to tell her. She knows you two are here already. She’ll soon be out.” Deu told us. “Oh, so your Moma is a Seer?” I asked with elation and interest. “Nah. She would have heard our voices so she knows visitors are here.” Deu answered. “Oh.” I muttered, nodding my head slowly, and just then, the wooden door squeaked open and an old lady stepped out. She was an old lady but she wasn’t as frail-looking as Natgy used to look and she was fairly beautiful even though she seemed very old.

There was no way this man would let us all die here now that he learned the truth. “Well, well… look who’s here? My smart boy. The only man in the house yet failed to protect his family like one. How are you, my dear? Care to share what did you feel the moment you learned that your most loving mom was the person behind all these?” I had goosebumps just by listening to the old woman speak. Is she really Gray and Aerah’s mother? How could she be like this to her children? She sounded like a fucking psycho. No sane mother would want their children to experience this.

The old woman slowly stood up. “Follow me.” The old lady said. Amore and Caity looked shocked at each other. Caity helped Amore up, then leaned toward Amore and whispered, “She speaks English!” They hurried up the steps after the old lady. The lady lived alone in a small three-story house. The old lady stopped at the top floor rummaging through a closet. She took out two pairs of clean clothes handing them to Amore and Caity. Amore and Caity instantly teared up out of thankfulness saying “Thank you” to the old lady at the same time. The old lady just nodded, not saying a word, then walked towards the bathroom.

Estelle shook her head incredulously, “You’re such a lunatic!” Gretchen did not mind what Estelle said at all and grinned even wider, “I could sacrifice my own baby, let alone an old gardener.” Estelle felt a chill over her. “Cristofer, hurry up! Estelle pushed Mrs. Moorsum down from the roof!” She watched coldly as Gretchen told lies to Cristofer. She could tell how furious Cristofer was from his roar on the phone. After his parents died, it was Mrs. Moorsum who had been taking care of him. No one could replace her in his heart.