Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

my mother said firmly. My mother, Greta Conti, was once an icon of beauty and strength. But recent events had weighed heavily on her. I missed her mischievous, vibrant self. Now she was fragile—no longer the powerful woman she once was. “Don’t worry, Giulia,” my father said firmly. “Get yourself refreshed and come down for breakfast. We’ll handle this.” Good. If Mother believed this plan innocently, it would make my case more convincing. Father already knew—at least partly—what had truly happened.

Sebastien was more like a poisonous serpent, anyone who offended him disappeared, he built an army of slaves that listened to his every command. If my father was the head of Westineof, Rebecca was the neck that turned in which direction she wanted. I missed my mother’s gentle attitude towards everyone, she wasn’t a great queen since she isolated herself from the kingdom’s affairs, but she was a great mother for me in the whole eight years that I lived under her wings. My mother’s name was Elisabeth; she was the daughter of the previous Duke and the current sister of the actual one.

Liliana is walking, mom and dad are gone, autumn is in full color, this once bustling village feels like a ghost town. Cassia reached the door of the old seer’s house and knocked. “Coming, coming hold your horses.” Ogra’s voice trilled through the window. “ Who could it be at this time of day.” As she opened the door the expression of annoyance was replaced with a half pleasant smile. “Oh it’s you child, well come in don’t just stand there and watch the grass grow.” When Cassia stepped in she felt like she was in the typical witch’s house out of a fairy tale book. There were bottles and jars with all sorts of contents. Herbs were hanging to dry from the ceiling rafters. Old tomes of books li

Butler William explained. “ Yes, Butler William is absolutely correct. Asphalt had a very rough childhood and that may also be why he's a bit reluctant to let you leave the house,” she claimed. “ His mother the former mistress of the house was a very outgoing person, too outgoing if you ask me and let's just say she ended up finding love outside her marriage to Asphalt’s dad,” “ So what happened after that?” My tears immediately dried up at the mention of a good story especially one that concerned Asphalt.

"Stella, ask yourself: hasn't Mom treated you well all these years? Even when you couldn't give us children, she never said a word. And now you're cursing her? You're going to eat those ashes right now! Then you're going to apologize to Mom! Or else don't blame me for divorcing you!" He shouted, "Eat them! Eat them now!" Just as Martin was losing his patience, his phone rang. He answered it irritably, and I heard a panicked voice on the other end. "We found it, Dr. Hughes. Mrs. Hughes Senior... passed away a week ago."

"You're only living here under my leniency and consent. I believe I have given you ample opportunities to spout nonsense. You and your son, Xander, should learn to refrain from meddling in my family affairs, or you'll end up back on the streets where your useless and broken husband left you!" She glared at them haughtily before turning to face Aidan, who asserted, "Mother, they are right. We're on the brink of losing this house!" Cruzita gasped, as did Wally. With skepticism and bubbling frustration, Cole arose. "Why is that?" he demanded. "Because there's been a downfall in our company's progress. We are going under, and it would be wise to relinquish this house and move into our other hous

Mother continued mercilessly: “The De Luca company has already collapsed.” Serafina’s breathing visibly quickened. “Their assets were seized before sunrise.” Her lips parted. “They…” Her voice trembled badly. “They lost everything?” Mother smiled faintly over the rim of her cup. “Your husband was feeling generous. I would have preferred corpses.” That finally made me speak. “Mother.” One word. Sharp. Warning. She looked at me. “What?” she asked calmly. “It’s true.” I leaned back slightly in my chair, irritation simmering beneath my skin all over again.

Ajike's mom says, “Slowly will be better than rushing, tomorrow, show yourself to the daughter, let her see the reality in you and your husband, she will be able to convince her mom, and those culprits must be fished out among your siblings, at least, you heard her saying that Omolaso's father save her life, though she has never told me anything about herself, we all heard her say something of such,” the landlady said,

How could he not hear properly? "She is not the only Mrs Baristanas in this household!" Chad retorted, turning to face our mother. Wait, what was he insinuating? "Our mother is also Mrs Baristanas. And I know she did it!" Chad stared with a cold glare in his eyes. Screw him! How could he even consider such a heinous act by our own mother? She has always been kind to us and only wanted the best for her children. How could her dimwitted son be this foolish?!