Son Impregnates Mother Stories Novels & Stories

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

Pacing, she walked to and from the edge of the forest to stand in front of me. "Adam stole potions, strengthening him. That's why he won that day! Adam told the elders he would tell the entire tribe what they had done to me and your stepfather, and the worst part was, the tribe would believe Adam. You know he is a sociopath! He acts diplomatic, doing tasks for the sake of the tribe, but they are all lies!" Mother took a rock from the ground throwing it into the pond.

"As I said earlier, it must be business related topics. There is nothing you should worry about it. My son is afraid of telling me lies, I guarantee you that. He is afraid of being punished and he loves becoming the new Alpha of the pack so rest assured that he is not going to betray you. As per the Moon Goddess, she cannot be trusted with her words. I have known her as she always twisted the stories so if I were you, I would not believe a word she would say." I grinned, "Don't worry, I am not stupid enough to believe in her fucking lies as well. For as far as I know, she never liked me for Matthew from the very beginning. She prefers having Rhea instead of me... that damn dead witch is not

And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

The veins on the back of Dad's hands that were still clutching the report bulged tremendously. He slammed the report in my face, roaring angrily, "What else do you have to say for yourself, Vivian Larson? "Is it really as your mom said? Do you think I'm useless and good for nothing? You don't want me to be your father anymore? Is that why you lied?"

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

With every sentence Caden spoke, Renee's face grew paler. When she saw the documents that clearly listed her spending records and online loan information, she panicked. "I- I didn't!" She tried to argue. "Felix was the one who kept talking about you in front of me… about his mother—" "Enough." Caden cut her off. "My son is six years old. What does he know? Every word he says is just a reflection of what adults around him are thinking. Are you going to tell me you never deliberately showed him how much you admired me, or rather, how much you admired my family's wealth?

As if she was rehearsing something she had said to herself a hundred times. She'd even added, more softly, "He had nothing of power in his blood. Do not dream of him, child. Dream of yourself." The memory cracked now, years later, against the words she had just read in the library: Convergence. Offspring. Power feared by gods and kings. Her chest tightened. Her mother's story had always been simple, clean, unshakable. But now, like thin glass, she could see the fracture running through it. Had Ariya lied to protect her? Or worse - to hide her?