Novels by rosediamant088

I’ve recently put the nurturing skills I developed during my rigorous training as "the Mother" to good use and opened a small bakery. It’s a cozy little shop nestled in the heart of the village, and though it doesn’t make me rich, it provides enough income to cover basic expenses like rent and utilities. It’s honest, fulfilling work that keeps me grounded—a sharp contrast to the life I left behind.Yes, I still have access to the money I’ve saved over the years, as well as the dividends from countless investments I’ve carefully curated. But for the sake of appearances, I live modestly. I’m playing a long game here, and as a single mother raising two young children, it’s important that the villagers continue to see me as one of their own—a hardworking woman doing her best to provide for her family. If they knew the truth about who I am and the life I used to lead, their perception of me would shift drastically, and that’s not something I can afford right now.My shop has been doing wel

My life has been pretty quiet since we left. It's been two years now since I left home. Two long years filled with moments that were both liberating and exhausting. From living with Azee and her sheikh to the unfortunately extravagant banquets I had to endure with Cassie, I’ve finally found some semblance of peace.Now, I’m settled in a small village tucked away from the chaos of my past. At first, it was awkward—this place truly lives up to the "small village" stereotype, where everyone knows everyone. My arrival was the gossip of the town for over a month. It wasn’t just that I was new; it was also because I’m a single mother with two adorable, yet lively, children.Sebastian and Scarlett are growing up so fast, and I’m proud of them. Even though I’ve made mistakes along the way, I see their little smiles and know I’m doing something right. Sebastian has always been the calm one, even as a baby. Scarlett, on the other hand, is more of a firecracker—full of energy and quick to throw

We’ve just returned from our mission, and being away from my children, even for just a week, was an experience I never want to repeat. As I walked through the door, relief washed over me at the sight of my beautiful children, both in good health. Ife had taken great care of them, and I heard that Mother had also been helping out. However, I couldn’t ignore the disapproving looks from my mother’s sisters. It was clear they weren’t pleased with the special treatment Sebastian was receiving. The atmosphere felt tense, and I sensed that a final decision about his future was looming. My training to become the next Mother had been rigorous, but I felt like a different person now. I had been taught never to depend on a man; we women are meant to be strong and to look out for ourselves and each other. The success of our society—thriving under the weight of patriarchy for over a millennium—proves that we can achieve so much. Men are only useful to us as breeders, necessary for our survival,

After six months of sleepless nights and the chaotic joy of motherhood, I was finally regaining my strength. The twins, Sebastian and , were healthy and thriving, and the bond between us was deepening with each passing day. Still, my mind often drifted to my training, the whispers of the council about my potential, and the ever-looming uncertainty surrounding Sebastian’s future. My mother had been relentless in her requests for visits. She believed it was her duty to mold me into the woman she wanted me to be, and she seemed particularly insistent on impressing upon me the importance of maintaining family ties. But with each visit, the weight of her expectations felt heavier, clashing with the new life I was trying to build for myself and my children. Rose had been my lifeline during this tumultuous time. She was a steadfast friend and a seasoned operative, skilled in both the arts of combat and stealth. With the twins often nestled in her arms or cooing in their crib, she somehow

I finally had the chance to sift through the mountain of documents that my father and uncles had left behind during the months I spent in the hospital. The chaos they’d created was overwhelming, and the burden of it all was starting to wear on me. Being left alone, without anyone of considerable influence to help me navigate this mess, was becoming more tedious by the day. A part of me felt tempted to abandon this entire family drama, to divest myself of the company and focus on my own aspirations. Yet, as the heir to this legacy—not just to my grandparents, but to generations of ancestors who had endured wars and crises to carve out a name for themselves—I knew I had a duty to uphold.I looked up as a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Emmet, my assistant, entered, looking exhausted but determined. Initially, I had been skeptical about his abilities, but he had proven himself invaluable in recent weeks. Together, we were working to uncover and eliminate the spies that my fami

The next morning, Rose and I went for a walk with her pets. The sun was just rising, casting a warm golden light over the landscape, and the air was fresh with the scent of dew and blooming flowers. Walking with her is calming. There's something about the way she moves, alert and attentive, always aware of her surroundings and her pets. I find comfort in her presence. If she were a guy, I might have felt differently about my feelings.I sigh, wishing things were different. If only I swung that way. Unfortunately, I’m one of those people cursed to find only men attractive. I often find myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, wishing I could open my heart to someone like Rose, but societal expectations and personal inclinations hold me back.Months passed, and being at the base felt wonderful. I had settled into a routine that revolved around teaching the children and managing their activities. It gave me a sense of purpose. Whenever I returned, I always made time for the kids, knowin