Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

“What do you mean, somewhat?” Her mother hesitated before replying, “We were well-off. My father owned several lands in Laguna, but the titles disappeared after his death. Our house burned down soon after the funeral.” Flora Amor shifted closer, pressing against her mother’s back. “Why are you lying there?” her mother asked, scooting closer to Devon. “How else can I hug you if I stay on the other side?” Her mother laughed under her breath. “You’re making it hard on yourself, you silly girl,” she said, gently moving Devon to make space.

Third person POV "What's with all the favorites and stuff?" Mason suddenly asked, he has been quiet all this while, just listening to his son and wife talk, his face was neutral, and no one could gawk at what he was thinking, Nora immediately smiled "Nothing much, I'm just trying to get closer to my stepson and familiarize with him, knowing his favorites are part of it babe" Nora replied, she felt guilty for having such dirty thoughts and mind, but even though she felt guilty she was still damn aroused.

My mother was Cassandra Williams, the president of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. She was the most admired woman in all of Harville. She was crying hysterically. Tears poured out of her like a broken dam. When she reached out her hand toward me, it was trembling uncontrollably. “Isabel, come to me!” The person to my right was my father, Robb Payton. He was, by all accounts, a scum who had just been released from prison on parole for assault.

I know they'll assume that I already left before they even arrived and find me in other places but here. I carefully looked at them, counting how many they are here and trying to find out if one of them is a Vasileìa but half of them seems just their slave, and the other half are robots. No wonder they easily found my mother in her house, those Vasileìas have their own connections without thinking that I can also have one and here it is. They even opened this goddamn house without having a hard time. That must have found out what my mother's password is the moment they killed her and copied it for everything to be easy for them. But unlucky of them for not knowing that my mother doesn't have

Not even a single solitary time. “Delfina Poletti, this is my mother and the most important person in the Matrone family, Fiamme Matrone.” As they stood next to a table where a woman was glaring at her phone furiously, he snapped his fingers, “and this cantankerous looking creature, Delfina, is my sister Carma Matrone.”

Facing Xitlaly’s rebuke, the middle-aged lady named Cerise Xambhria was instantly furious, “Xitlaly Blair, I’m your mother, how dare you address me by name? You...” She raised her palm as she spoke, her face filled with disappointment as she saw Xitlaly staring at her intently.

The stupid girl says to me, now leading the way. Finally, we arrive at the sitting room. The beauty of the entire room stuns me. The opulence is breathtaking and has me wishing that I can just grab everything right here and now. Alpha Jacob Caldwell is seated in the largest couch, looking tired but dignified. Beside him is his wife Clarissa Caldwell, the second Luna of this pack and Louise’s mother. That slut Louise is sitting prim and perfect beside her mother, though I know how wicked that vile brain of hers works.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

Mama used to clown Tia Valeria for her excessiveness. "Guess you got time to have two novitiates when you ain't never get no customers," Mama would joke on hot summers with Tia Valeria in years' past. Imani and I got out of the car and took in the small house—"Casa de Oya," or "Oya's House," was written on a sign hanging above the house. It had some "French Quarter" influence in the way it was built, which was odd, since we were in the more residential part of New Orleans; bright pastel pinks and blues with steel-barred balconies weren't common where we were.

•CECILIA• “Ugh, Casey,” I rolled my eyes. “When are you going to stop pouting and do everything we planned? Aren’t you keen on getting your mother the best help possible?” She hung her head over the couch and sighed as I sat on the opposite couch. “My mother has Alzheimer’s, Aunt Cecilia. She’s never going to be the same again. Even the most qualified doctors won’t cure her of the disease.” “So, what? Are you giving up everything and the money we agreed on? Remember, child, you’ll walk away with over ten million dollars when our plan is complete.”