Aunt Marge Blown Up Novels & Stories

It was like something out of a bad B rated movie and I didn't want to believe that the world had gone to hell like this. Suddenly a screech came from behind the truck, one that I realized meant that our time had run out. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a woman standing there. She was still in her curlers and her bathrobe, but her face was unrecognizable. It wasn't until I spotted her monogrammed bathrobe that I realized it was my neighbor, Mrs. Lynwood. She opened her mouth and released another howl as she slammed into my tailgate. The strength of her ramming shook my truck in a way I never thought this lady of sixty-five years could. Melissa's aunt picked up the gun she had set betw

James gently covered my eyes, his voice slow and heavy as he spoke to Sean, "If you can't see clearly, might as well keep your eyes shut for good." That was when Sean's begging hit my ears. "Uncle, please, don't kill me! It's all a big mix-up." I pulled James's hand away just in time to catch the fear and fury in his eyes. Mandy was so petrified by James that she lost control of her bladder.

Aunt Marge greeted her enthusiastically. “It’s been so long since I last ate a bread baked from brick oven. I can’t wait to bring some home for dad” she said while spreading cheese over a slice. “Here try some” she excitedly put a small piece of bread in Celine’s mouth and the latter just opened her mouth to accept it. “Eat some more, we will feed the animals later and try the horses” Aunt Marge’s eyes were glowing despite being so early in the morning. Has she been brainwashed overnight?

"Auntie no need to put on act.. dad already left.." "Hmph.....What's with your attitude.. when you will come home i will make you remember who is your mother.." "Tsk tsk tsk .. dear Auntie do you think i will be the same as before after coming back from death?? Haha" she sneered. "You bastard!!" Maggie raised her hand. " Auntie i dare you to slap me and tomorrow the footage of your slapping me will be on top news.." Emily said looking at camera in the hospital corner..

I think of how everyone keeps exploiting her and taking advantage of her generosity, and I feel a surge of anger rise in my chest. Just a day ago, I cooked some beef stew for her to eat when she returned from work, only for me to find the dish empty in the sink later on. Aunt Maggie had eaten Ma’s food and blamed it on ‘pregnancy cravings.’ Ma had just smiled and had a glass of milk before retiring to her room. That memory makes me even more infuriated. But, suddenly, there is a loud bang outside as I see lightning strike one of the porch windows outside, pulling me from my overwhelming thoughts. I can hear Uncle Fernandez screaming before running inside.

Because if this girl died, I’d sue the director via DM. BOOM. A heavy BOOM shook the window glass. Not “a pot fell.” Not “a cat tipped a jar.” An explosion. Far, but not far enough. My heart slammed into my throat. I shot to my feet, body moving before my brain caught up. The blanket slid off. Popcorn scattered. Maritza shrieked and clutched her pillow like a flotation device. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” She grabbed her chest, teetering on a mini heart attack.

my voice cracked, as I was unable to communicate what I'd seen. Aunt Margaret pulled me into a hug before I could finish, calming me down. On a regular day, I would have put on a mask and pretended I had it all under control, but this wasn't a regular day. The tears threatening to fall stung the back of my eyelids and the images flashed before me like a supercut, each one worse than the other. Seeing her back as she sat on the bed, and then the pool of blood she was surrounded by, and how intensely she was shaking. It was all too much for me.

Zach grimaced in pain, baring his teeth as he was about to lose his temper. However, the moment he saw Mr. Martin Sr. walking toward him, all the fire went out of him. “Grandpa, why did you hit me? You scared Yvette half to death. And who’s the aunt you mentioned?" The entire front yard fell silent. The butler supporting Mr. Martin Sr. and the maids standing behind him all turned their eyes toward me. Zach noticed nothing. He barked toward the maids, “Hey, call a doctor already. Yvette’s leg needs to be treated!”

Michael's legs went weak, and he nearly fell to the ground. "Pinnacle Group? Isn't that the company run by Jaleston's richest man?" he blurted out. George smirked. "That's right. The teacher you were trying to fire is married to the CEO of Pinnacle Group." … Twenty minutes later, Zoe and I arrived at the nearest hospital. It was a well-regarded facility with a solid reputation. After a series of examinations, the doctor explained that Zoe's body had developed several health problems as a result of prolonged stress.

The little boy watched as the fire rolled off the blonde strands of his mother’s hair. The fire kissed Amy’s hair, her face, her neck, and her chest. The fire kissed Omar’s face, and it rolled off his sleeveless Avengers shirt and his denim shorts. No flesh burned. Amy strolled through the explosion with her son as if she was carrying him through a park. Every passing minute, Amy would move floating debris from the armored truck’s muffler out of her way. Parts of the armored truck floating in front of Amy’s face like balloons. She used one hand to move flaming pieces of the truck’s engine out of her way. She walked past a floating piece of the truck’s fuel tank and she watched as the truck’s