Si Mabuti Ni Genoveva Matute Novels & Stories

"I see things. Come in. We have much to discuss." --- The cabin was cluttered. Books, candles, strange jars filled with glowing liquids. A fire crackled in the hearth. "Sit," Elara said, gesturing to a worn couch. We sat. She sat across from us, studying me. "The Mute Omega," she said. "You're smaller than I imagined." "I get that a lot." She laughed—a warm, raspy sound. "I like you." "Can you help me?" She tilted her head. "I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first."

“You failed as a Luna and as a mother.” Genevive stared at him with daggering eyes. She approached her and slapped him hard. He didn’t fight her. She’s just his fated mate, but he never loved her. “He’s your son.” Genevive breaks down. “Then, maybe… I shouldn’t have fought for you.” She turned back and walked off. He then looked at the Omega who had been his whore. She was emotionless… It's like she’s a robot.

"What was... all of that today? What happened to my mother?" Nehemiah cleared his throat, his expression darkening. "It goes back forty-something years. Your mother, Gabriella, was abandoned at Abuela’s restaurant when she was a baby. At the time, the business was failing. Abuelo had just brought home his mistress's son—Matteo—and the family was falling apart."

The name tag pinned to her blouse read “Dr. M. Verrani.” Lucien froze. “That’s not Valeria.” “No,” Seraphina whispered. “It’s Mireille. My mother.” Lucien looked at her sharply. “This can’t be a coincidence.” Seraphina’s face had hardened, though her voice remained calm. “She was a geneticist. I always thought she was recruited for the Chamber after she married Gabe Vale Sr., but now…” Lucien watched as the woman in the video argued with the men offscreen. There was no sound, only flashes of her mouthing words, pulling at the restraints.

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate . Chapter 59: How the mighty have fallen. . During the four hour drive between Montevido and Tacuarembo, Maura would list all sorts of reasons and ways he could have had a more productive conversation with his mate, her mouth moving on and on like the whir of a trapped fly, giving Mattel a headache. Mattel knew his cousin loved him, really, she did. Just not right now. It was midafternoon when they got to Tacuarembo.

The file was dated over 60 years ago. Marked “CONFIDENTIAL – INTER-COUNCIL USE ONLY.” Inside were photographs. Transcripts. Ritual logs. Gene-scans. Witness testimonies. But one name repeated across every margin in red: Selene Reyes. Matron Descendant. Unstable. Classified: Flameborn Level II Discontinued — cause: Collapse I blinked. “Selene…” “That was Sylvia’s mother,” Caleb said, voice tight. “Daxon’s grandmother.” My heart sank. So it wasn’t just me. Or Lux. Or Hollow Moon.

Yet alone her damn twin. ======== Alexsei Popov POV “What’s a hottie like you doing drinking at nine a.m.?” I ask her. Mecia Greco snorts. “I’m a fifty-year-old woman. I’m nowhere near a hottie…” Mattia’s mother who was only fifteen when she had Mattia. She was a maid’s daughter when she got pregnant later became a mistress and when Santos first wife died, she became the second wife because she gave birth to three sons.

This should be illegal! Muntik na akong mapa padyak dahil sa pag kwestyon kung bakit napaka gwapo nila. I mean, siguro ang bait nila sa past life nila kaya naman natuwa si God at ginawa silang almost, almost look like a greek god! Isang pitik na lang yata perfect na sila eh. Bumalik lang ako sa katinuan ng tumikhim si Abbigail. "Hope, I would like to introduce to you Robi Mathias Villafuerte. And Robi this is Hope my frie- I mean, cousin."

I'm still under the impression that Jamie McLelland is my mother; that Jamie is somewhere in Scotland waiting for me, and that Sebastian has no idea what he's talking about. I have spent the better half of the first week of August staring at photos of Genina. I've been reading autobiographies about her family and about her journey to becoming Queen of Venetia (a country that I have never visited, and am reluctant on visiting now). When her father - my grandfather - Josef Malatova suffered a stroke that left half of his body paralyzed, the Venetian parliament and Josef himself deemed it absolutely necessary for Genina to take her father's place as ruler of Venetia. No one ever expected to see

Camilla mocked her again, her condescension veiled in arrogance. "You guys never realize your mistake. It's the attitude of second-generation rich kids, spoiled by their families," she retorted sarcastically, her words carrying a note of truth as she took some money from her coat. "Take this money; otherwise, my mind won't be at peace. I will feel guilty," she said, handing it to Camilla with a measured calmness.