Back To The Future Marty Mom Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'll make sure to tidy my things up in the future. Please just let Sherry go to the hospital!" However, Sharon was too nervous, and she knocked over a bottle of moisturizer, spilling the contents everywhere. She looked up at my mother in fear. My mother's face fell as she turned on the AI once more. "The paramedics are about to arrive, but Sharon created a mess in the house. How should I punish her?"

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

It was brutal and deadly, but it was effective. My heart aches whenever I remember that I will never be able to shift into my wolf, bit ever since getting married to Leo, I always try to focus on the future and what could be, but Leo. I scoff bitterly and shake my head in regret. He never treats me like a Luna. Why should he? After all he only married me because the mate bond is sacred to him. “Mom, you don't have to drop me off in front of the school gate. Now, everyone will see that I'm still a mummy's boy.” Alex whines as I switch off the ignition.

Why didn’t Edward go to the company and scold Matthew in his office? Perhaps Edward was up to something? “So he didn’t say anything to you?” Matthew asked. “He wasn’t pleased with the fact that I kept defending Allison,” Martha said. “But I did get the last word, mind you. That has satisfied me enough for the past week of this silly cold war.” Matthew blinked. Well, that was not what he had expected her to say. Turned out that his mother could still joke around a bit even at this time. “I… see,” he said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. After all, he hadn’t talked much with his mother for years. His childhood memories made it difficult for him to connect with his parents. “And what… d

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

I smiled as I crossed to the other hall. “Mommy, are you not coming today?” Just as I opened my mouth to reply, I bumped into a hard surface- no, scratch that- someone’s chest. I winced out, rubbing my forehead as I looked up at the figure. I stilled immediately, the smile on my face faltered as I looked into Joe’s eyes. My heart plummeted into my belly and goosebumps ran across my skin at his awkward perusal. “Mommy?” Sarah called and I could not find it in me to answer.

If so, I was sure that he was chomping at the bit to come take his daughter back from me since he didn’t trust me. “How do I even do this?” Marty asks, holding Serenity away from him warily. “What makes you think I have any experience with this?” “You strike me as a flirt.” I point out. “Are you telling me you haven’t been able to get with a single mother?” From the moment I met Marty, it was clear that we were kindred spirits. We both had a devil-may-care attitude. Maybe that was why I felt so at ease with him. Add in the fact that he was easygoing and handsome, and well, I couldn’t have thought of a better guard, aside from William, of course.

The school bully bullies a female student, then pins the blame on me. I immediately call the police, only for my own mother to give testimony for him instead. "You may be my son, but I can't bend the law or cover for you! What you did was against the law. I'll only have you sent away for a few years to straighten you out." Due to her false testimony, I am thrown into prison for three years. Three years later, my mother looks at me with remorse and says, "I owed the bully's father my life. You've paid off that debt with three years of your life. From now on, we can put everything behind us and live a happy life!" Upon hearing her words, I scoff and throw my lawyer's complaint at her. "No,

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'm getting dressed. I'll be right there." Marty's balls were throbbing when he climbed out the window. He had been so close. He took a shortcut back to his house cutting across several yards and entering through the back door. From the kitchen window he could see his dad out front washing Biff's car and shook his head. He didn't know why his dad let Biff abuse him like that. As Marty headed back towards his room he heard noises coming from the end of the hall. Thump... thump... thump... thump...