Oblitus Casa Mother Novels & Stories

I went directly to the Healers Pier to see Madam Olga, the lights were all on but their faces were dark and gloomy. "Analisse," Hera called me when she saw me. Lore and Eve stood up to offer me a seat. Ruby was just there, staring at Madam Olga's face. She's taking her time since it will be the last that we would see her face. Later, they need to be buried and their memories are the only one that will be left to us. "How are you?" I asked Eve when she sat beside me. "There's no way I would be okay, I am still in pain. Madam Olga was our mother, but she's now gone. Do you think the Dark Nights were the one who burnt the Healers Pier just to get that medicine?" Eve asked me. I shook my head.

The question was so unexpected that I couldn’t answer, I didn’t know what response to give her. The raindrops rolled down the windows, and the city moved past us in blurred colors. “What you want is forbidden, Zina, it’s a taboo, and you know it.” I finally found the courage to speak after minutes of silence. “ I don’t know what it is you call it, but one thing is sure, and I can’t ignore it even if I want to.” She paused and pressed her lips together, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “I’m obsessed with you, Alex. You’re my mother’s husband, yeah, I’m obsessed with my mother’s husband, and I’m fucking jealous that you’re married to her,” she exhaled as she had just let a huge burde

/ "Ah, right. But I was talking about Cedrick Romanov’s house, not that broke loser Zen Obedon’s house. Don’t tell me you don’t know where your lover lives?" / "Why would I?" Lavínia shot back, irritated. / "Oh... you’re in for a surprise. Why don’t you let me take you there?" / "Do you think I’m crazy?" Lavínia retorted firmly. / "Lavínia, I’ve told you before, I don’t mean you any harm. I know how many breakdowns you’ve had since your mother disappeared. I know how much you’ve been spending trying to find her, but this way, you’ll get nowhere. I will take you to where your mother is."

“She was a nuisance to me in life; she won’t be a nuisance to me in death as well.” “What your mother means,” Father interjects, “is that, while it is a great sadness to us, there was always something off about Blanca. After all, she met her fate while trying to find a kingdom that is long gone. She was mentally unwell. Thank the Goddess she can now be at peace, and so can we.” “Yes,” Mother nods enthusiastically. “We can be at peace and not speak of this nasty incident again.” She looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to get up and acquiesce to her demand that I bathe. Perhaps it’s petty of me, but I settle into the chair further, pretending to be contemplative.

"Damn. Beside we are nothing talking about him marrying you. We need him to take responsibility" I keep calm. "You see too much movies. But don't worry, his mother is different" I look at her. "How can you tell?" I ask. Sighing, she face the laptop and began pressing again. I roll my eyes but decided to keep calm and listen. "I have gone through all of these write ups about the Martins family. His mother is Elma Martins. Guess her background" I furrow my brows at her. "Come on guess" "Beth you know I suck at guessing"

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

),” I growled, bracing against the counter, my free hand pressing hard into my side. She glared but didn’t argue. *Stubborn woman. Stubborn son.* Dru’s back was a map of ruin—old scars like weathered roads—each one a story I didn’t know—but the new lashes bleeding into rot. They pulsed angry red, edges black. My jaw locked. *Louise. That sanctimonious bitch salted the wounds.* I’d seen zombie curses less vicious. Mamá peeled the sheet lower, her mouth tight. “Agua de hamamelis.” (“Witch hazel.”)

Esmea had become a sanctuary, a place where her senses could roam The sudden return of Nathan to Esmea stirred a mix of emotions in the opulent Quinn mansion. Mama Quinn, adorned in a silk gown that spoke of both elegance and fragility, sat in the grand living room, her fingers gently caressing the armrest of the ornate chair. The loss of Yvette, their daughter, had left an indelible mark on Mama Quinn. Since then, she had been weakened, and Papa Quinn, with unwavering love, had shielded her from the harsh realities of life.

I clenched my fists, my teeth grinding together. “What do you know, Clara? Stay out of this.” “Oh, Agnes,” she continued, her voice dripping with condescension, “Luna Olivia is Thea’s real mother. Just like I’m your father’s fated mate. You can’t fight fate. No one can. And you? You’ll end up exactly like your mother—rejected, broken, and forgotten.” The mention of my mother made my blood boil. She had been fragile and kind, her heart shattered by my father’s betrayal. Clara had no right to even bring her up.

I mutter to myself, voice trembling. I rub my chest, trying to ease the pain that is encased there. With watery eyes, I look up at Mason. “Is this what I get from being an obedient and submissive wife to you?” Just then a soft click on the marble floor interrupts me. “Obedient? You?” Regina, my mother in-law cut in. She steps towards me, eyes hard. “Well if you must be reminded, you are a worthless barren bitch. Your mother must be rolling in her grave.”