Oblitus Casa Mother Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Fine. Let's get divorced." Elliot quickly drafted the divorce agreement and brought it to me, clearly afraid I might cling to him. He handed over all the property without hesitation. I didn't say anything. Instead, I just signed it. At that moment, the system's voice sounded again. "Amber, the wish-granting function will take effect tonight." "Alright." This night, Diana would completely become Elliot's mother. … I stepped out and saw several patients thanking Elliot and Diana after I ended my session with my patients. They were even presenting them with commendation banners.

“After Mother broke through to level eight, she stopped paying me so much attention. She often went alone to the deep sea, searching all over the South Sea, yet still found no trace of you. In her later years, she gave up. She brought me back to live in Oxridge in the Southern Forest to make pills for some junior immortals. She didn't ask for essence stones for payment, nor let them owe her any favors. She only asked them to let her stay on Oxridge. Many immortals benefited from Mother’s offerings and naturally had no complaints. With her being a level eight immortal, Oxridge became our home.

5 YEARS B.M Lekovoski POV DUSK WAS CREEPING over the small village on the outskirts of the big city, Varagrafena. I took hurried steps to my mother's alcove and found her standing over the small deck overlooking the tree of life which was just a few feet from where she stood! The tree has been my mother's fortification for years and it continued to give her the power she needed. My mother, Cersei Morozova was the renowned witch; the greatest of them all. she has cured the sick, protected the weak, and blessed the cursed. she was by far the only person I looked up to.

Casandra said, gently holding the elderly woman’s shoulders. Mrs. Sarah clasped Casandra’s hand tightly, her cold fingers trembling. “Casandra… you came, my dear. I thought… I thought you would never want to set foot in this cursed house again after what that bastard did to you.” Casandra sat on the small stool beside the rocking chair. “This house is not at fault, Mother. Our memories here are too precious to be erased because of one person’s mistakes.”

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

“I’m not going to say. I’ve voiced my objection. The rest is up to Dario.” “Your objection.” I pushed away my breakfast. “You’re not in favor?” “I can’t imagine anything worse.” Anything worse. “What does that mean?” Mom inhaled as she stood. “We have few choices in our world. Yet we do have the choice to live or die.” The sunny day faded into the darkness of Mother’s words. As I walked back up to my suite, my thoughts were in a downward spiral. There were stories of women who killed themselves to get out of loveless, abusive marriages. It was the way of the famiglia…

A scoff, “Besides, I can’t bear to lose my father-in-law as well as my adoptive father. Not a good look.” Mrs Olivia stepped into the sitting room with a tray of tea in her hands. Evelyn looked at Ethan’s mother, who was now a shadow of herself and for the first time, she saw the devil in her daughter. April smiled, enjoying the horror look on her mother’s face as she took in the frail and shaking Olivia Lontoc who served two cups of tea without meeting their eyes. Gone was the confident madame of the Lontoc household. All that remained was a frail-looking depleted woman who had lost hope in life and resigned to the cruel fate of being the servant’s help in her own home.

my mother breaks the silence, her gaze shifting between Cassian and me. “Yes, Mom, Cassian is French,” I respond. My mother fixes me with a pointed look. “He can talk, Athena,” she says. “Yes, Mrs. Castellanos, I'm French, well half French,” Cassian says with a warm smile. “Please, Mrs. Castellanos is my mother-in-law. Call me Camila,” my mom replies, her smile trying to ease the tension. “You are the bastard child of Cassian Covington II?” My father’s voice falters as he finishes, his tone barely concealing his disdain.

The sky was a dreary shade of gray, the kind that blankets the world in a muffling stillness, as if nature herself was mourning. I stood by the freshly dug grave, my mother’s name etched in marble before me. "Maria Rossi – Beloved Mother," it read. The final rites were a blur of incantations and muffled sobs, a somber symphony of loss. My mother had been the anchor in my life, the one person who could see beyond the polished exterior of Luca Rossi, the billionaire CEO, and touch the raw, vulnerable soul within.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m