Novel & Cerita The Mummy Fanfiction

“But Aunt Cora and Grandma are planning to overthrow my Mummy. Grandma said Mummy is incapable, and Aunt Cora should be your wife and my new Mummy. Daddy, are you going to send my Mummy away and choose Aunt Cora instead?” Did Becca have that conversation with Cora in Mimi's presence? Urgh! How unbelievable. It was no wonder Mimi was very sad. “Why would I send your Mummy away?” Clyde responded, his angry look replaced by a look of helplessness. He was probably fed up with his mother's actions. “She's the most amazing woman I've ever met. Besides, I love her,” Clyde went on. “I'm not gonna choose Cora over her.” “Really?” The little girl's sadness washed away. “What if Grandma forces you, Dad

A flicker of hope ignites within me—perhaps Mummy will let me stay in this beautiful castle forever. My reverie is abruptly shattered by a strangled gasp. “Your highness...” A man’s voice trembles with disbelief as his eyes fall upon Mummy. His ashen complexion betrays the shock coursing through his veins as if he’s witnessed a specter materialize before him. My brow furrows in confusion. Why are they looking at mummy like they’ve seen a ghost? Mummy, however, remains unfazed by the man’s stunned expression. “Please take me to him,” she commands, her regal demeanor leaving no room for objection.

I quickly crawled inside her room before someone saw me. “At this time? Can’t you wait till morning?” she complained silently. She seems tense. “No. I want to know about Davon now.” “There’s nothing to know about him because I don’t know where he is or where he came from. You could leave now,” Mia was conscious, glancing at the pillow. “That Lycan is my ancestor. There were the first of my kind. You owe me an explanation because he was the only living Lycan in this world right now.”

“How many followers do I have on i*******m, five thousand or was it six thousand the other time? Oh, I really have forgotten. And wasn't his friend and coursemate asking me out the other time. I doubt the handsome dude knows who his friend really is. I’m sure he would be delighted to know the Manuel behind the Manuel. Don’t you agree…sister…?’ I mentioned coyly, clucking my tongue when she heaved in and out. Episode two of Miranda’s fuming is about to start. I thought, dodging the next second when the dumbo launched for me with her two hands outstretched toward me. Oh! how I loved baiting and then predicting her. “Bitch! You will be the next one to die. Just wait. Mom will dish you yours soo

She sniffs and shrugs before mouthing, “I don’t know.” I hear my mother scream. “Just stop! Don’t touch him! We don’t know where Mika is. Please stop. You will kill him!” A fear I have never heard within my mother’s voice is present, and I am not the only one who picks up on it. Onyx doesn’t wait a second longer before breaking through the door in his Lycan form.

"And If my Mum is bad and evil, what do you expect from her son? Like Mum, like son right?" Alpha Marcus said and smirked. "You are different Marcus. You have a better heart than Mum." Edward said, almost like a whisper. "Hahaha…you even concur with it. You believe that my mum is the evil one and the witch here. What do you have to say about your own god damn mother? If she wasn't clinging around someone else's husband then all this wouldn't have happened. You shouldn't have been right here with me." Alpha Marcus said, pressing his lips together in a pain like manner.

Mummy" I heard Red's voice and I turned as I rubbed my face immediately . " Baby " I said as he ran into my arms . " I know Daddy is in danger mummy ,I know aunt Anna has something to do with it too ....I wasn't asleep" he said and I scoffed more years . I didn't want my son to find out about all the shit going on and he already did ,I feel so bad . " Be strong mummy .....don't let those bad guys win okay " he said and I couldn't believe it I just stared at my son shocked.

Maybe I could even get him to find the strength to have a bit of fun before bed. ‘Look at you becoming a whore.’ Mia laughed, appearing out of nowhere. ‘My little Amya has grown up.’ ‘Don’t come and taunt me just because you don’t have Armal to play with right now.’ ‘Says who?’ Perking up at her words, I extended my senses, slowly searching for Mykel’s familiar energy. However, when I finally found it, my eagerness was replaced with rage due to the other energy I felt with him. "That bitch." I growled, jumping up and beginning to move. "I’m going to fucking kill her!"

The spine was cracked. "Thank you," I said. "Do not thank me. It is just a book." "It is not just a book. It is your mother's book." "Same thing." "No. It is not." He looked at me. "I know." --- Matthew gave Damon a photo. Not a new one. An old one. A picture of Damon and Elena. Matthew's mother. Before she got sick. Before everything fell apart. Damon stared at it for a long time. "Where did you find this," he said.

“Mummy… I was at your burial. Yesterday. There were flowers. People crying. Danny was there. Your little girl....Princess.....” “Stop it,” My Dad cut in sharply. Before I could say another word, his hand grabbed my arm roughly. “Your mummy is sick,” he snapped. “She doesn’t need all this noise. Stop stressing her!” “No! Let me talk to her...” I tried to pull free, but his grip tightened. “Mummy!” I cried, reaching out as he dragged me away. Her eyes were still locked on mine. I saw confusion… fear… and something else.