Aunt Marge Blown Up Novels & Stories

"You piece of trash! Did you enjoy feeding off my pain, making your life better at my expense? You think you've ruined me, don't you? But guess what? I'm not afraid of you, Denise. I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who you are—a wretched rat." By the time Mom was done, Denise's face was bruised and swollen. Her home was a complete wreck, chaos strewn all over the floor. As we left, Mom turned to look in my direction, smiling proudly. "Mary, doesn't it feel great? Mommy avenged you today." I looked at the smile on her face and couldn't help but laugh with glee. "It feels awesome! Mommy, you were amazing!" ... A few days later, word spread that several other women had stormed into Denise's

LILA’S POV As soon as we stepped inside the house, the argument exploded. “This is all your fault!” Aunt Maggie shrieked, throwing her clutch onto the floor. “First this girl goes and sleeps with the wrong man, and we lose the island development Edward was giving us. And now Martin won’t renew our contract and has decided to sell his soul to some tech company!” Uncle Andrew rubbed his temples. “Maggie, this is not the time.” “Oh, really?” she snapped. “When is the time then? When we’re bankrupt?”

He…dad…don't let him…hate me" Martha struggled to speak. With each attempt, her ribs ached. Her chest felt like she had been run over by a train repeatedly "I have good news…I'm sure we can use it to make sure that mother and daughter duo are out of our lives" Cate said with a smirk and Martha went still. She didn't know what her aunt meant but if she had a way then what was she waiting for. Both aunt and niece sat and talked about their next move. ***

FLASHBACK The old Cadillac pulled up in front of our house and my dreadful aunt stepped out, wearing a deep frown on her face. I was sitting on the porch, knitting a purse for my mom who had been locked in her room since the day broke. I looked up, and I could hear my little heartbeat at the sight of my aunt. “Mom!" I screamed and rushed into the house, not bothering to acknowledge her presence. I skipped up the stairs and knocked several on my mom's door, but no one opened. Aunt Margaret climbed up the stairs, hauling curses at my poor mom. She shoved me aside and pounded hard on the door.

I stayed silent as I processed the words I heard from this redheaded witch in my head properly. “My name is Magenta. It sounds better than you, calling me Marge-lookalike. Her name was Cashmere, by the way. Cashmere Fiore. She was the youngest of us four. Well, wait until you meet my other two sisters. They aren’t nice. Especially that you took our Damien, they are as angry as hell at you, Blair. Me, too. It’s only Cashmere, aka your mother Marge, who was the weak one. The softy. They say in every family there is this odd one. What a shame I didn't double-check if she was dead at that time.” She introduced herself, and my eyebrows met in unrest when she said she had attempted to kill Marge.

Marit was laughing maniacally before shouting, "Do you remember the defenseless girl you murdered three years ago at the South Sea?! That was my sister!!!" Suddenly, her body started to swell like a balloon, and Frank only had time to pull Vicky behind a pillar. Bang! With a resounding explosion, pungent, rotting flesh shot away at every direction as Marit self-destructed! "Argh!!!" Zac screamed even as the shockwave from the explosion sent him slamming into a wall. The guests in the hall were caught in the splatter of rotting flesh and blood. Soon, they heard a loud sizzle and realized that Marit's body was highly acidic, soon leaving parts of their skin charred.

She might have forgotten that aside been a very important person to Avery at the moment, she was equally as important to her mother. “I am fine, mum.” Zoe said calmly to her, wincing when Margery touched the cut on her head. “I am fine.” Margery stared at the scene in horror, shaking her head in the process and Zoe joined her in accessing the exploded car. The roof of the vehicle was blown off and flames engulfed the inside. Whoever might have planted the bomb did a very good job. But how had it happened? Immediately she had gotten out of the garage in the mansion, she headed straight to her mother’s company. How then did someone do such a clean job without been seen by anyone?

Then, he immediately shoved the food that he had just bought into Rita's hand and said, "You little glutton, let's go and eat this." "Ooh, you're the best, big brother." Rita laughed joyfully, but she leaned over to Zion and whispered, "I think Uncle Song and Auntie Blu are arguing. I heard her crying and saying that she was tainted, but what does that mean?" Hence, Zion was slightly perplexed.? Auntie Blu was crying? That tough woman actually cried? Did hell freeze over or something?

He took a deep breath before saying, "Prepare yourself, Ms. Sheraton." As the door opened, the elegant interior I'd imagined was nowhere to be seen. Instead, cardboard boxes and empty plastic bottles were piled everywhere. A faint but unmistakable stench lingered in the air. My smile froze on my face. This old lady was still hoarding trash despite living in a villa. She truly had some unique hobbies. "Now you know how terrifying my mom can be," Calvin whispered. "Cal! You're back!" His mother, Anne Thornton, hurried out from deeper inside the villa moments later.

I kneeled and whispered in his ear, "You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Jenner. I won't let anything happen to you. Do you remember the young girl you saved from a blast in North Averia 15 years ago, Mr. Jenner?" In that instant, Jeremiah Jenner shuddered, his pupils constricting suddenly as he stared at me with an expression of total disbelief. I winked at him before dragging the chair toward the corner against the room's load-bearing wall—the sturdiest spot in the entire room. I looked at the countdown and noted that there were still ten seconds left before I turned to look at the doorway one last time. I could see Callum holding Shirley through the crack, looking utterly worried. I then