Your Not My Mother Mga Nobela at Kwento

His father asked when he saw the sadness in his eyes. "She can't shift because her wolf was bound. And I may not be her mate....." "No Divine, don't doubt yourself. Is this about Mirabel?" His mother interjected. "What if I'm not her mate. If I don't find a way she might die." He said sobbing. "I'm sorry I'm supposed to be strong but I can't take it." "Shhh. Its alright love. We raised you to be true to yourself." His mother said.

“You’re not.” The words hit me like a blade straight to the heart. My mouth opened…but no sound came out. Just the echo of that one word repeating over and over in my head. Not. I’m not their daughter.

And in that instant of perfect, impossible stillness, I know— My mother is not who I thought she was. She never has been.

She weakly called for "Mommy" "Ruth!" I reached out to hold her, knowing that nothing else mattered in that moment. I didn't care whether she wanted someone else to be her mother or whether she genuinely hated me. I didn't want to think about any of that. All I wanted was to hold my child. Unfortunately, Ruth recognized me through her delirium. She glared at me and slapped my hands away roughly. "I don't want you!" Her hoarse voice stabbed me in the chest, making my heart twist painfully.

“They won’t take you from me, not like they took your mother.” Then the world went black.

[Melancholy] SIERRA "Isn’t that crazy, mom? How can you not be my mother? You raised me. You birthed me. Right?" My mother hadn't moved or spoken since I said it. Why? Why was she so silent? Her eyes flitted between the table, the wall behind my head, and her hands but not my face. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. "Mom," I croaked, tears welling in my eyes. "Are you not my mom?" My voice was so soft and broken that I barely recognized it.

Mokunfayo Badmus: You are not their mother, You are not my mother, You're not a mother, You can never be a mother… Weeks after the altercation with both Mike and my nephew, those words they'd left in wake of their cruelty still haunted me in both my sleep, my subconscious and even my wide-eyed consciousness.

Not truly. “She's not your mother. Not biologically.” She looked sorry for me. “What?”

"Have you forgotten when you were ten years old, she locked us both in the basement for three days without food or water? "Did you forget how you cried and screamed for Mom? Yet, now you're wearing the clothes Elena bought you and helping Sofia go against me! Have you even forgotten how Mom died?" The death of my mother, Caterina Prodi, was no accident. Instead, Elena set her up, ruined her reputation within the family, and drove her to a point of no return. I had told Ettore this countless times, but he had long been bewitched by Elena and Sofia, so he could no longer remember.

From, your mother. The letter Sehrize write with tears of longing. TBC.