Mother In Law Manhwa Novels & Stories

My dear l dont interfere in how you should run your relationship or marriage with my son. I dont want to be the baddest mother in law out there. My mother in law never did the same so l wont do it either. I just wish you only the best. Thats all. Mrs. Maina commented back. I didnt say anything other than tightening a hug with her. We will definitely be happy mum you will see. I added. Yes you will with the Grace of the Lord. She whispered in my ear. I must say that l am loving this woman day by day. She is easy going and loving. And am happy that she has been there for me when l needed a motherly figure. Am really grateful.

Mel felt the intense gaze of the woman on her and couldn't help but wonder if this woman is Bryce's mother. They are not in a romantic relationship, but she seems to be having problems with the parents of the men around her in her head now. "I'm a friend of Bryce." She said, trying to sound as calm as possible. "Oh!" The woman exclaimed softly, still looking at her like her eyes have some sort of scanner in them. Mel was dressed simply. A light blue gown that neither accentuates her curves or looks too big on her.

[Ara, 너무 늦게 집에 오지 말라고 했지 - neomu neujge jib-e oji mallago haessji] "Eomma, I miss you!" I exclaimed happily. A middle-aged woman with shoulder-length straight hair, she greeted my arrival. She is Mary. My Eomma. As fast as I could, I walked towards her. Eomma : Mother "Ozgur, you've come here." And I was immediately surprised when Maria spoke to Ozgur. "Hello, Mother-in-law." Unexpectedly, Ozgur said hello to Maria. They look so familiar. Before that, Ozgur put the taxi in the back side of my house.

I got up to open the door and found Kim Yunsung looking at me with sad eyes. I smiled faintly. "Is the meeting over?" "Are you okay?" asked Kim Yunsung who actually knew the exact answer. He then went into my room and sat on the bed. I sat next to him. "Of course not." l Kim Yunsung grabbed my right hand and held it. "Your mother is a great woman, she is a woman who is willing to take care of a girl who was abandoned in South Korea. From the beginning your mother could not get pregnant."

I thank her, even though I don't feel like eating right now. -"So..." Her left hand rubs her thigh up and down while the other tucks a loose silver hair strand behind her earlobe. "How's Liam doing?" She asks as I take a sip of the hot mocha. My mother's hair used to be black like mine, but it became full silvery-white twenty-two years ago after healing everyone after the war. She is Moon Goddess champion, and as her daughter, I am expected to fill her shoes, to be an influential figure just like her. It's a lot of pressure.

If you don't come back, Mom is really going to die! He knew perfectly well that I had been raised in his family since childhood, and my feelings for Claire were just as deep as his own. In fact, during all the time he had been neglecting me to take care of Waverly, my bond with Claire had grown even stronger than his relationship with his own mother. But now, the brutal truth was staring Martin in the face. He looked at me blankly, and all he knew was that his mother was gone because of him.

“My werewolf partner—my daughter’s father—just left us, and I don’t have a job yet…” I thought about my own mother. She had been a single human mother raising a hybrid daughter after her werewolf partner left as well. I could not imagine what would have happened to us if we had not been from an affluent family. I grabbed a bag for mother and daughter and handed one to each of them. “I think that there’s enough room for you,” I said with a smile. Tears streamed down the woman’s face. “Bless you! May the Moon Goddess bless you!” she said as she hugged me tightly.

My mother stared at her. “What did you say?” Her voice was very low, as if forced up from the bottom of her throat. Hera rose and came around behind her, bent down, her lips almost at my mother’s ear. Her voice was light as a snake crossing dry leaves. “I said your short-lived little wretch will do nicely as an underworld bride for my dull nephew. The two of them down there, one to keep his house and one to grin like a fool. A perfect match.” My mother struck her across the face.

Inside, the room looked exactly the way it always did—dark velvet curtains framing massive windows, towering bookshelves filled with ancient contracts and demon law texts, and a wide desk carved from black stone. My mother sat behind it. Lucifera. Prince of the Third Hell Court. Her long silver hair spilled over one shoulder as she read a document, crimson horns curling elegantly back from her temples. She didn’t look up when I walked in. “You’re late.” I dropped into the chair across from her desk and kicked my boots onto the edge. “Nice to see you too, Mom.” Now she looked up. Her red eyes swept over me slowly. “You fought again.” Not a question.

“I may not be your father by blood, but I am your mother’s husband.” “That’s not an answer. That’s a title.” She spatted angrily. You both don’t even love yourself, so why are you even married to each other? I just looked outside the window. She didn't have to know why Davika and I got married. But how would she react when she finally finds out the truth? “Zina, that changes nothing,” I continued. “Because what you’re asking for isn’t just risky and complicated. It is a line that cannot be uncrossed once crossed. I am married to your mother, and in the eyes of every person in our lives, I am your father. What you want is not simply forbidden. It is a destruction that you could end up regrett