Novel & Cerita So God Made A Mother

She rebuked her son in a low voice "You don't speak of the goddess in that manner." "Well I owe the moon goddess nothing ,if not for her I won't be in this mess ." Mel sounded pissed. "If not for the moon goddess you won't be alive. " His mother corrected him. "Guess I am done having this topic ." Mel stood up and walked toward the door angry, he hated it when his mother sided the moon goddess despite the fact that the cursed goddess had been the cause of his misfortune. "His mother was right about one thing though ." He thought to himself ,If not for the moon goddess he most probably would have been dead.

I briefly felt content as she fixed me with a loving glance. Why do you look like some sort of divinity, Luz questioned. And how should she be dressed because she is, after all, my daughter? To which my mother, the Moon Goddess, answered, "How can she be your daughter since I was the one who gave birth to her? "So she's not my sister," my mother retorted. "Well, it's simple, you never gave birth to her," Cleopatra responded when asked how she knew. "I created memories in both of your and Ptolemy's minds so that you could both care for my daughter when she was a puppy and in danger. When I realized that Fabian was her mate, I had to leave her here in this pack. Then, when I found out that Est

Father stares at the open door, shaking his head “What is he talking about?” I ask “Mates cannot kill one another.” “They can, we have both seen it.” He shakes his head at me, “Not if the female is marked. She is marked by both of you.” “What?” “I know, stupid rule created by the Moon Goddess, but she did it with good reason.” “Why do you support everything the Moon Goddess does? When you think it's a stupid rule.” “She created us, she gave us life.” “She created Blue.”

"So they aren't true mates?" "They are," her mother sighed, thinking of the best way to answer her daughter, "but the goddess only gives us mates. She's not in charge of what we choose to do with them, how we treat them, or how we choose to respect the bond. Honestly, sometimes she can be cruel by giving an innocent soul to a cruel monster as a mate. But it's just the way life is. Every soul isn't pure and as long as we live, we have to endure it and hope that we are among the high percentage of people that gets a good one,"

“It’s happening! He is gone!” Althea cried out to her sister, Sabrina. “What do you mean?” Sabrina asked, slightly confused. She was standing over her crystal, looking at her creations. “Adron! He has left and went to his own plane!” Althea was hysterically crying. She knew what this meant. Adron was their brother. Sabrina was the Moon Goddess and had created what she called humans. Althea loved the creation so she added her own love into it. She called herself, Mother Nature. Together they made a world with love, greenery and every color you could imagine.

After the territories merged, I, of the Gerald Family, became the undisputed Godmother of Eustona’s criminal underworld. I took Xavier and returned to our family’s old fortress in North Atlantis. In the garden, Dad had built a small playground for him, with a carousel and swings. Bit by bit, the smile on Xavier’s face returned. He started going back to school, making new friends, and slowly stepping out from the shadows of his past. However, he never mentioned the word “Papa” again.

I sometimes thought he had a bit of wolf in him, he was created by their Moon Goddess after all, but unlike the wolves, she made him from nothing, using a piece of her own soul – just like God used a part of Adam to create Eve. I said nothing further. Abbadon might not have been able to kill me, but he knew how to torture a vampire, and my life was already painful enough. “What do you need?” “Bring the mother here. Compel her if you must.” “Where is she?” Abbadon gave me their address, and in the dead of night, I slipped into their home, watching the pregnant woman sleep peacefully next to her husband. The baby was unwell, her heartbeat was erratic and weak, and she smelled half-dead already

"That's a bonus." I don't know how I move to the edge of my seat as my fingers pick up my cutleries on the table. "I can't tell you, I'm sorry for that but the god's identity will remain hidden." My eyes widen at the impact of his words. "A god was the one who made the curse? What the hell would a god want with a little girl." "I don't know and I can't really ask."

Grace jumped, then ran to her mother, holding her arms out for her to be picked up. “Is God still bowling?” the small child asked, referring to the story Creighton told her about the sound being the result of the Lord making a strike in heaven’s bowling alley. “It sounds like he is close to scoring a perfect game,” her mother said, hugging her daughter closer to her.

It wraps me in a cloud. “Did you know, once when my mother was high on ketamine, she told me I didn’t have a father?” I say. He stares. “She told me I was a pure child of God, that what happened to her was a holy insemination by a figure with a face she never saw. She said this being gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had in her life. She says she came so hard, she knew she had to be pregnant. Just like that. She knew.”