Hp Mama の小説・ストーリー

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

I said nothing and walked past him into the bedroom. A good life? Not in this lifetime. He moved to follow—then his phone rang. Mary's sugary voice blasted on speaker. "Jack, come quick. The baby won't stop crying, won't drink milk. I don't know what to do!" Her sobs mixed with the baby wailing. A soft laugh slipped out. "I'm coming," Jack said, all gentle. He glanced at me. "Stella, Mary's struggling. I'll check on her. Stay home. The baby might come over later. Be ready."

Nyssa stopped eating and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mom please. Dahlia is going through a lot right now. She hasn't regained her memories yet, so she doesn't know anything. Anything. Can you imagine how awful that will be for her? I can't. You can't. We don't know how she's feeling because we are with our memories while she's left with nothing. That is a big change to go through, and honestly? I understand her reaction. She needs space, okay? And all we can do right now is let her know that we are here for her. That we are her family, and that we will hold her hand through everything she's going through. Okay?"

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

I look up and see a beautiful woman that looks just like Zahara, just a bit older. “You’re Cory right?” I nod slightly and her eyes light up. “Oh my! It’s so nice to meet you.” I stick my hand out to greet her and she looks at it with a scoff. She holds her arms open and moves towards me, wrapping me up in her arms. The warmth I’m feeling is amazing and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this before. “There is no shaking hands here.” She gives me a big squeeze and steps out of the hug. “I’m Amara Peters, Luna of the pack and……Zahara’s mom.”

Hunter Pov Nagmamadali akong pumasok sa loob ng aking silid nang makaramdam ako ng matinding sakit ng katawan habang kausap ko ang aking mga kapanalig. Hinihingan nila ako ng paliwanag sa lahat ng mga paratang ni Zeph tungkol sa ginawa ng aking ama sa kanyang mga magulang. Ngunit ano ang ipapaluwanag ko sa kanila? Wala akong alam tungkol sa mga pinagsasasabi ni Zeph lalo pa at bata pa ako nang mga panahong iyon. Wala rin naman nabanggit sa akin ang ama ko tungkol sa mga magulang ni Zeph kung totoong ang dating alpha bago ang aking ama ay ang ama naman ni Zeph.

YEAR 2014 ST. JOSEPH HOSPITAL (9:XX PM) “Doctor, how is my mother? Is there still no improvement?” Rhea asked quietly, her voice filled with exhaustion and hope as she sat inside Doctor Mike’s office. He was the physician who had tirelessly cared for her mother since the beginning.

The dizziness and high temperature are no longer a problem. "Don't worry, I won't," I respond with a smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" I know she's hinting at the pregnancy. I smile sadly and shake my head before getting into her car. It's a yellow BMW×5, and I always enjoy the ride with Pamela. She's neither too fast nor too slow. Her father owns a telecommunications firm, and her mother works in the White House, although her mother's role remains a mystery to me, as Pamela doesn't like discussing it. However, Pamela is proud of her father's achievements. She's his pride and joy.

"Mom, my mother died terribly. On the day she gave birth to me, they pushed her off Smoke Cliff. Her body was never found, and the raging river below swept her away. She had just given birth and was pushed into the abyss, all for the formula she had. Mom, they aren’t human. They are all beasts." Pamela felt heartbroken listening to her and couldn’t hold back her tears. She reached out to gently stroke her daughter’s face. "Amanda, don’t be sad. Karma will catch up to them, and they will face the consequences. But we, Amanda, will have happiness from now on." Amanda smiled and nodded. "Mom, we will get more and more happiness from now on." Pamela smiled back and nodded. "Mm! I made your favor