Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

The house was responding — acknowledging the tension, the bond, the awakening. “You need to understand,” Mafungashe said softly. “This is not a game. The house, the darkness… it listens. It responds. And it will not wait forever. Do you understand?” Samkelo nodded, swallowing hard. He could feel the mansion vibrating under his fingertips, a heartbeat that matched his own.

When she finally glanced our way, her expression was cool and calculating. “You know your father’s rules,” she said, her tone soft but dripping with disdain. “No prostitutes in the house.” The words hit like a slap, her Italian accent slicing through the air with chilling precision. My cheeks burned, but I refused to react, knowing any outburst would only fuel her contempt. “Mother,” Nitta groaned, his embarrassment evident. “This is Beatrice. Ryuu’s wife.” Suniza’s eyes flicked to me, narrowing slightly as she assessed me. For a moment, I thought she might say something more, but instead, she turned and walked out of the room without another word.

ignoring my subtle declaration of not wanting to continue this conversation , Chris continued . " like you said its just rumours , I don't understand why you are paying so much attention to them ?" " Every rumour has some base story to it , Bella " said Chris with his face scrunched in distaste " and the rumours that I heard about Jacob's mother ain't pretty " " Look I totally get it -" " Do you know that his mother is obsessed with his father to the point of oblivion ? Carter told me that she loves to spend time with kids that looks like Dante , you know , grey eyes , black hair "

Clenching his fist, tightening his jaw Imogen said, with anger intact to his every word, "No ... giovanotto, qui ti sbagli tutto. È una madre .. Ma solo tua, non mia. Non ho nessuna madre che provenga da una società di alta classe come lei. Mia madre è una ballerina sporca da bar, che sapeva cosa sono i soldi .. Giusto, signora Mcmaster? ( Nope.... Young man, you just get all wrong here. She is a mother.. But only yours, not mine. I don't have any mother who is from a high-class society like her. My mother is a dirty bar dancer, who just knew what is money.. Right, Mrs. Mcmaster? ) Piccolo darted Imogen a death glare. He clenched his fist, while the nerve on the side of his forehead bulged o

Jacob retorted. "Yet I only want one: Savannah Agatha Riacco." Dinner that evening was dreadful, as it always was, in the oppressive presence of their father. The tension was palpable. Their mother, a representation of a weak woman entrapped by societal norms, upheld the facade of the perfect Luna and family image. Despite hailing from a family of influence, she lacked the courage to leave their father, fearing gossip and judgment that would depict her as a failure. No matter how much Erickson begged her to reject him after every betrayal he committed against her, she never found the bravery to stand up for herself or for her children.

Delilah's POV "Let's get something straight right now," Dante said as he leaned forward with his storm gray eyes boring into mine with pure hatred. "We don't want you here. We don't want your mother here either. This is our home and our mother's home. You're both intruders who don't belong." "But there's a problem," Mateo added in a conversational tone like he was discussing the weather. "Our father is too obsessed with your mother to see reason right now. We can't get rid of her directly because he's completely blind when it comes to her."

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"You are a child of this house. You enjoy the luxury, the cars, the status—" "I found a real home in a simple fabric couch, Mother," Portia interrupted, a dark, proud smile finally breaking through her cold mask. "A home that makes this entire fortress feel like a freezing, empty tomb. Try me. Touch Antonia, and watch how quickly the great corporate dynasty is left with absolutely nothing but an empty mansion."

she said with all smiles “My mother?” Nicole asked curiously “Yes, Lupita, your mother. “ “But why are you in her house, this was the address I got from Dad. Where is she?” she asked puzzled, she would not believe a stranger without a good explanation “Your father got her this rundown house in the middle of nowhere and he expects her to stay in here. He blocked off every of her connection with you, she has tried to see you so many times and all her efforts have always been blocked by that cold-hearted man. “the woman said venomously, it was clear she was not a fan of Principal Francis

“ I know you will be impressed, “ said Mr Vince . And damn it he is right . The dude is very rich but I didn't know he was this rich . “ That’s why he is called De Crabilo, '' my mother whispered to me . We made our way into the main building and boy I was so mesmerized by the beauty of this place . Water fountains, beautiful flowers and portraits. Various art displays. The theme of the house is white and gold . Looks like step daddy will come in handy . “ Madam Montana take Veronica to get room, “ said an impatient Mr Venice. I wonder why he is in such a hurry . I bet he wants to fuck her . I cringed from the thoughts. “ Right this way mam” said madam Montana. She is a petite middle aged wo