After I Play Dead My Four Moms Break Novels & Stories

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

The system appeared again when I thought that I was going to see Dad. It informed me that there was a slight glitch in the program, so I would have to wait a little while before I could go to Dad's side. I nodded. After all, Dad and I had already been separated for so many years. I could wait a few more days. Thus, I observed my four mothers' reactions as my soul hovered in the air. Gloria's knees buckled, crumpling to the floor when she realized that I had stopped breathing. She pushed me. Her voice was shaking when she mumbled, "Drop the act, Henry. Wake up."

I get home from a business trip over Thanksgiving and find out Mom came all the way from Larkwyn to visit me. She was made to sleep in the storage room. I'm just about to lose my temper when my mother-in-law, Deborah Garner, rolls her eyes. "Next time your mom comes, give us a heads-up. What will the neighbors think if they find out we have relatives from the sticks?" Mom looks down, so humiliated she doesn't know what to do with her hands. My wife, Ella Shaw, finally looks up from her phone when she sees the look on my face. "Come on. Mom's just looking out for us. Everyone in this building is either rich or well-connected. Next time your mom visits, she should stay at a hotel. It's su

“We need to get to the bottom of this before It's too late, son. And for that to happen, you need to get off this bed and pull yourself together.” “What’s the use mom, I am broken. I feel like I cannot breathe, mom, I love her so much, and it was my fault that she was taken. I don’t even know the person who did this, mom. I don’t know what to do, mom, please help me.” I beg my mom, and breakdown. She holds me and cry in her arms for a while before I let go of her.

“Wh…what?” Mom asked in shock. I looked up at her and my face crumbled. She sat with wide eyes looking at me. I could see she was hoping that I was just messing around. My sisters were staring at me in shock. I knew this was going to hurt even more. I spoke up louder and my voice cracked slightly. “He’s dead, Momma. He’s dead” I said. Mom let out a gasp before she stood up shaking her head no. “No! He was fine a few hours ago. He can’t be dead!”

He unlocks the door of mom's room and shoves me inside. I crawl away from him and leap onto the bed beside mom. She is under the sheets, on her side. Her grey hair fanned out behind her across the pillow. She is still. Too still. I nudge her arm, but she feels stiff. I shake her again, and that's when my suspicions are confirmed. The blanket falls back enough that her face is revealed. Hysteria rises within me as I realize that my mom is dead. I jump up from the bed and lose my footing, crashing to the floor and knocking over the little fold up bed table.

my mother was saying when I glared furiously at her for mentioning Naitee dead and said " Mom! Stop it. How many times I have told you not to mention her as dead? She's alive! " " Fine whatever you say! I'm just fed up with you " my mother hissed back and my father excused for a moment before pulling mom away from the screen. I heard them hush and argue before my mother showed back on the screen along with my dad. She had tears in her eyes while my father was trying to act strong.

I was not just a celebrity who was good at fan service. But ghosts could not talk. So, I watched my mom coax and console my sister until she finally agreed. Finally, my mom smiled. "That's my good girl." I cried. … Today marked the 40th day since I died and the 23rd year without anyone loving me. "One more hour until the performance. You guys should eat something before we go on stage." At the sound of a familiar voice, my eyes shot open. I was in the waiting room, and my group's assistant was passing out low-calorie snacks.

He shivered violently and quickly slammed the door shut again. Still standing behind the glass, he gave Brandon a video call and aimed the camera at me. Suddenly, he started crying. "Daddy! Mommy froze to death… Come home, Daddy. I'm scared! "Daddy, now that I don't have a mom anymore, can you take Ms. Cole home to be my new mom?" … "Mommy! Are you even listening to me?" Archie's impatient voice yanked me out of my memories of my past life and back into the present.

Mom is fighting against 3 Undeads, while the pack’s patrol lies dead on the ground. One of the Undeads tries to sneak up on mom as she fights off the other two, so I rush towards him and once I’m close enough, I leap into the air and rip fucker’s head off with my teeth. As my paws touch the ground, I turn around and finish the guy by ripping him to shreds and crushing his heart with my teeth. I stand beside my mother, glaring murderously at the last guy alive, mockingly licking my chops at him.