You Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I looked at Mama and said, "Please specify the goal of the recovery command. Does this require the removal of the current NS-5 core program?" Mamma's body swayed slightly before collapsing into Papa's embrace, her voice trembling and fragmented while replying, "Y-You don't have to remove anything. We want you to be healthy and happy again, just like you used to be, Viviana…" I stated calmly, "Your command is not specific enough to process."

he mutters, his voice trembling as he fights to keep his sobs at bay. I manage a faint smile, turning to my parents as I lift my hands. They take them gently and sit close to me, their presence a comforting anchor. “I love you both so much,” I say, my voice trembling with heartfelt sincerity. “I can’t imagine living in a world without you. I may not have grown up with you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my parents, and I understand your worries.”

“...If you succeed, you'll be the first of The Guilde to retire before thirty so you can find a new path in life…” A new— what?! Was he discarding me? Because I'm in love with him or what? Anyone would be honored to be retired from The Guilde early because you'll be settled for life with a home and a huge sum hut… My lips part in protest but he cuts me off. “And… we’ll help you find your real parents after the mission is completed.” That throws me off guard. What the hell is happening?! “My real parents?” My throat feels dry, knots tighten in my stomach. “Is that necessary?”

For some reason, my eyes filled with tears and no matter how I tried, my wolf felt the urge to cry. I quietly cried myself to sleep. Later, the healer returned to change my dressing. She tucked in my blanket gently, then left. I was already awake but I did not move and continued to act as though still asleep. As the healer stepped out, my ears picked up their conversation outside the door. Even though they were whispering, I could still catch their words clearly. "The pup's parents are still not back?" Someone asked. “Yeah,” the healer whispered. “Their other kid threw a tantrum and insisted on going to a restaurant, so they just left this young she-wolf here in the infirmary. I’ve never see

I swear they are just winging it half the time. My parents also had Grandpa Blaine and Grandma Zara to guide them. My grandparents are so well sought after for their relationship and parenting advice. Not just from my parents and aunt and uncle, but others in the coven as well. I wonder if I’ll turn to them myself for such advice one day, but the thought of relationships and kids is far from my mind.

Even if they wanted to stop him, they couldn’t; that wasn’t the Walter way of life. Kids are not appendages of parents; they have their own life and freedom of choices. Parents are like lighthouses, lighting the path through the stormy phases of life, guiding to prevent injuries from the pitfalls of life, a silent reminder that no matter the how turbulent the storms outside are, they have a safe haven to return to!

he says. I stand and say my goodbyes to my parents. They promise they will come, if we need them and they will bring warriors. “If you could figure out how to kill him, that would be helpful,” I say candidly. My parents smile at me sadly as they walk us out to our SUV. Adam helps me into my side of the vehicle and places the journal in my lap. He shuts my door and quickly gets around the vehicle to get in and get us on our way. I wave to my parents for what I hoped would not be the last time. Adam POV

Noah added, hugging them again, making it clear for the both of them what he meant. They both looked at each other, a sad expression on their face, hugging Noah tighter, telling Noah that this isn't a dream, that his parents were stupid and ignorant before and that they changed, for him. "We will be the best parent for you and we hope you forgive us for what we did, we were dumb and really bad to you, we are sorry." Maya said, letting go of the hug and staring at Noah's eyes, reassuring him with her eyes, that everything is true. Teary eyed, Noah looked at his father, who confirmed everything and added, the words he never thought he would hear from him. "We will give you our full attention a

said Reya tell. Luis shook his head quickly. "1 week!" he replied giving advice. Reya snorted. "3 weeks!" Luis sighed in resignation. "2 weeks! I don't like being denied," he said reassuringly to the woman in front of him who grunted in annoyance. His parents who heard the conversation of the two people in front of him could only be silent. They return everything to their child because as parents they can only provide advice, life directions, and some critics so that their children don't go wrong or can live properly.

You are going to end up standing in a corridor at thirty-two weeks pregnant, holding a dishtowel, watching your father learn to play four notes of a song about you. So I go in. I do not knock, because that would be absurd, and because I have stopped standing outside rooms in this house. Three faces come up. "Move over," I say. Marcus shifts along the bench. Richie stands and gets out of the way entirely and goes and sits on the sofa, which is his own small joke and which I clock and file. I sit down next to my father. "Show me," I say. He does. Slowly, with tremendous care, his hands stiff and his glasses down his nose.