Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

Luca snapped, "Our mother didn't get peace, did she? She didn't get 'a life.' She was hollowed out. She was abused mentally, physically, and emotionally every single day until the breath finally left her body." Adriano leaned forward, the glowing tip of his cigar trembling slightly with the force of his grip, "So excuse us if we’re not exactly lining up to throw rose petals at the feet of the woman who thinks she can just slide into that empty seat. Dad wants a companion? Fine. But he doesn't get to play 'happy family' when we still remember the sound of Mom crying behind locked doors."

"Have you forgotten when you were ten years old, she locked us both in the basement for three days without food or water? "Did you forget how you cried and screamed for Mom? Yet, now you're wearing the clothes Elena bought you and helping Sofia go against me! Have you even forgotten how Mom died?" The death of my mother, Caterina Prodi, was no accident. Instead, Elena set her up, ruined her reputation within the family, and drove her to a point of no return. I had told Ettore this countless times, but he had long been bewitched by Elena and Sofia, so he could no longer remember.

Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator. Something isn't right Arlene Said to herself. She realised screaming and shouting at Barb wouldn’t change a thing. She behaved like a programmed robot who had malfunctioned. There were no signs of her being human anymore, like who would hit her husband and speed off without a care? She decided to take the wheel by trying to push her mum’s hands away from the steering, their father and husband was dying, he needed help and there she was running away from something she did. Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium.

One could easily determine something had gone wrong in the area. I spared a glance at the person sitting beside me and found him with shrunken pupils, shivering hands, and drenched in cold sweat. Suddenly, I happened to recall a conversation. “How about on the side of Matthew’s mother? He had informed me of his other name,” I asked after taking a seat at the dining table of the Vargas household. The Major’s cousin, Deuteronomy, replied to my query, “Their names are the complete opposite of ours. Matt’s mother is Lilith.”

He came forward and properly introduced himself. "Hi Nana, am Luca". "Hi Luca, am Louisa but you can call me Nana. she hugged him and placed tiny kisses on his face making him giggle. Louisa Quinn, my mum and she's everything to me. She's the reason my siblings and I are where we are today. The person behind our success. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either. We were comfortable with what we heard. She was a pharmacist at one of the biggest hospital in New York. My elder sister Anastasia was the one who followed her path in career but she's a neurosurgeon. My brother owns chains of restaurants all over the world and I went into architecture and interior designing.

Chapter 5 – Mother’s Darkness Mother sat in her favorite armchair, the soft afternoon light filtering through the lace curtains. The house was quiet, too quiet, each corner echoing memories of laughter, arguments, and whispered secrets. Yet now, the silence was heavy, pressing down on her chest. Her once vibrant energy, the pillar that had held the family together through loss and hardship, was eroding under the weight of depression.

°VICTOR° "Open your eyes, slut," my mother spat, her voice slicing through the stale air like a whip. Cassandra lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, her body limp, the last traces of the sedative still weighing her down. "Mom, she's still drugged," I said, rolling my shoulders. "She should’ve been up by now," she snapped, tapping her manicured nails against the armrest. "But I suppose she’s just that useless."

The boarding house mother is aiming for baby twins to become her children as a means of obtaining her husband's family inheritance. Clarita closed the curtains when the man turned to look at the door of his house. Clarita's heart was racing fast, her brain stopped working, and she couldn't think anymore other than hiding in her room. Before he entered the room, he checked the door and window locks again, then turned off the oven in the kitchen and ran to his room. He made sure that the baby twins were fine and not crying.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.