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This record will threaten her more than anything else ever could. I found a blank space. My pen trembles. LADY SARAPHINA. THEFT. FRAUD. MANIPULATION OF PACK RESOURCES THROUGH FALSE MATERNAL CLAIM. Each word burns. I closed the book. My heart slams against my ribs. Then I pick it up and go straight to the pack garden, where my mother always relaxes. She’s there. “Look, Mum,” I say, holding the book up, her name dark and clear on the page.

Is this why he ruined his business and started getting involved in gambling, Is this why he was so depressed because he could not protect my mother? I kept reading. Page after page. Dates lined up with places we’d lived in my childhood. Montreal. Naples. Once, briefly, Zurich. My mother’s ghosts were everywhere in this book. She’d told me to stay away from powerful men. I thought it was fear. But maybe it was guilt. Maybe she knew. I snapped the book shut at the sound of footsteps . Heavy, and hurried. Had he sent Luka to get me, or had he come himself, I doubt the intruder would have found this place, so it's either one of the dickheads.

With a mix of trepidation and determination, I continued to unravel the pages of my mother's journal, hungry for the truth that lay hidden within its faded ink. As I delved deeper into the journal, I discovered a name that sent chills down my spine—Cassandra Reynolds, the matriarch of the Reynolds family, and the one who had orchestrated the accident that had changed the course of my life. It seemed that my mother's forbidden love had been entangled with the very person who had caused our suffering. The journal painted a portrait of Cassandra as a formidable and ruthless woman, driven by ambition and a thirst for power. It revealed a tangled web of lies and manipulation, with my mother caugh

she breaks off the hug and rushes out of the room. “Is this how your mother thinks?” I turn toward Nova. It was just the both of us in the room. As I stare at Nova, everything seems like I'm gazing and speaking right at myself. It was truly me standing right in front of me. “That’s how every mother thinks,” she replied with a straight answer. “My mother doesn’t think that way. She will never pick a man who tries to force himself on her daughter over her daughter.” “Oh. Good for you. But my mum never picked David over you. She only tried to explain his actions toward you.”

My mother on the other hand screwed her face in disgust. We get off the taxi and pull out the bags. I turn around to face a series of magnificent buildings and people. I turn to my mother and we both smile agreeing on one thing, my new life has certainly begun. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi loves, I am back again with another chapter and I am still positive that my story will soon be one of the most liked stories here on Good Novel. I am going to work really hard to get there no matter what comes my way. This is my dream, I hope you guys join me on this journey by sharing with your friends, liking and comment

"I've seen in the novel that it's hard to get rid of the child and mother poison. People who get rid of it have to pay a great price. Without deep hatred, who will give others the mother poison in boredom." "The author of the novel are making nonsense."Summit Wang said with disgust. "Ah, how badly I was deceived." "There's nothing wrong with that. The son and mother insects bite back very badly. Suppose that the pain borne by the son insect is ten and the pain borne by the mother insect is about one hundred." "Is it mental or physical pain?"

Madeline Celeste Hawthorne My mother. “Nana, are you down there?” Nova called from the top of the steps. My heart skipped a beat. I hastily shoved the notebook in the large pocket of my hoodie, bending it slightly so that it would fit. I wasn’t sure why I was hiding it from Nova. It had been a gut reaction I hadn’t the power to ignore. After returning her Nana back to her bedroom, Nova quickly dropped me off at home. I flipped through the pages of my mother’s journal. My heart fell to my stomach when I realized they were blank.

said the mother opening the conversation. "Yes ma, I still remember how come Aunt Aira. Mother's childhood friend. When will Aunt Aira arrive here? " I answered. “Recently, I was looking for your mother for a long time and only met today. Are you a big boy? Auntie heard that you had a bad incident, are you okay? Auntie is very worried and also aunt who did not think that you were the one who wrote that good novel. You know, your first and second son liked your work, ”said the aunt, which surprised me.

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

"Heidi, you're literally going to be in heaven with these toys." "Oh, sweetie, could you help me with these things? I want to know how they work. I looked it up online, but I still have some questions. I want to use them tonight," my mother said to Melissa while I stood there shocked, staring at her. My mother was a respectable lady. Since my father left her, she had never gotten involved with another man, and that was thirteen years ago. She was a fifty-six-year-old lady, still very beautiful, blonde with green eyes, slim figure, and very active, but surely she didn't think about these things anymore. She was my mother! She was a saint! Or wasn't she?