Novel & Cerita Three Mothers Trilogy

"Throw it out. It's bad luck just looking at it." I lunged forward and caught the urn, my knees and elbows scraping against the floor until they were bloody. "Get out! All of you get out!" Martin pulled the wounded-looking Waverly behind him. "It's just an urn. She didn't do it on purpose. Why are you freaking out again..." I cut him off through gritted teeth. "Martin, are you even human? Those are Mom's ashes! You killed her to please Waverly, and now you've scattered her remains too. Are you happy now?"

When she found out that she was carrying three children at once,all hell let loose and all she wanted was just to have it aborted but now, she was glad she didn't do that. She could have done that but her doctor told her that if she did, she wouldn't conceive again and then,she was at college. She kept up with the shame and embarrassment just to have her children. Just because of that,as soon as she was done with college,she reallocated to Oklahoma city where she was currently. It was not an easy thing to care for three children at once but she was glad. Even though her children were naughty at times,they were still obedient and helpful. They knew when their mother wanted them to be around h

"What about when you didn't let me go to school? Was that on purpose? Or how about when you beat me up after I burned myself in the kitchen? What exactly do you mean by 'on purpose'?" Suddenly, I sneered, "I get it now. Swapping the babies—that was on purpose. If Aunt Monica hadn't swapped me back, Annie would've been the one to have suffered under your cruelty." Aunt Monica wanted a divorce and Annie came to yell at Mom. She said that if it were not for us, her family would have never been torn apart like this. And Mom, being so stingy, promised her the car but never gave it to her. But all this drama no longer concerned me.

he added. "Hyun, it's because that's what made the story realistic. It's not for dramatic reasons. There's really no happy ending," she finally gave her answer. Cela closed her laptop right after the call with Hyun. It's been two months since she was asked to write another book that would complete a trilogy and would eventually be made into a three-part special on TV. It all began there. She thought it was a sign to look for Nate because finally, there was a logical reason to do so. The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether.

"Your mother was the third. That I know of." Third. Three women with warmth in their hands and light in their blood, hunted down and extinguished because a roomful of old wolves couldn't tolerate the existence of power they didn't control. "Tell me about Kael." Something shifted in Davan's expression. Not the political mask of a soldier delivering intelligence. Something personal. Something that looked like it hurt.

Although marrying should not be part of her plan, meeting Caleb again ruined her resolve to stay single until the children were all grown up. “That… I don’t know. I’m not sure. It’s just a thought. You know, I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like.” Sierra may sound weak against the children, but knowing how they grew up without spending much time with their mothers made her sad. Her sisters wouldn’t want their children to grow up without a mother figure like how the three of them were raised only by their father.

The Elder Mother turned her gaze to the triplets, her hand extending in a gesture that was half-invitation, half-command. "The fragments," the Elder Mother spoke, her voice vibrating through the soles of my boots. "The Trinity is the spark. The Father has woken. The Mother must now rise." "Killian, the children!" I shouted, but the floor beneath the boys began to rise, forming two stone "cradles" that threatened to pull them into the central dais.

“Might as well.” “Why do you think the Mother mated the three of you?” I’m taken aback. “What?” Pursing her lips, she seems to collect her thoughts before speaking again. “The Goddess knew that you would face these difficulties. She has held back mate trios for generations because of the hate that caused their extinction in the first place. But we already know that there are at least two mate trios out there: your father’s with the Former-Delta couple and the alpha of the Diana pack. There are likely more. Do you really think that Mother Selene would mate the three of you if she was just going to let you die?”

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than

It was a woman in a silver gown, her face a perfect, un-aged version of mine, her eyes glowing with a cold, absolute violet. "The Architect and the Asset have failed their refinement," she said, her voice sounding like a thousand chime-bells. "It is time for the Mother to take the throne herself." She raised her hand, and the ten thousand Dantes didn't just resume their march—they turned as one and pointed their blades at us. "Kill them," my mother commanded. "And harvest the remains for the Third Regency." (Watch out for Chapter 247) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts