Novel & Cerita Barney How I Met Your Mom

It would be weird to stop walking just for a handshake, right? "Nice to meet you, Dawn. It's easy to get lost here. All the streets look so similar. I got lost a couple of times too, all because average Americans are too lazy to paint their homes any colour except brown." He ended his sentence with a short, but pleasure laughter and I chuckled too. If only he knew how I got here in the first place. He pushed his bicycle and walked at my pace since he was way taller. I could tell he shortened his strides to my short five-foot-four legs could catch up.

I just could not complete my task of spending 10 million dollars. In order to make my money grow, I went around everywhere with my dad to learn how to invest. While doing that, I learned that Stanley and Coral were fired. Stanley kept following me, but things were different this time round. He could no longer get close to my place, much less use chloroform to knock me out. He could only switch numbers to harass me. [Nina, I’m so lonely at night without you. I miss the days you kept me warm.] [Nina, you like having a father, don’t you? Why don’t we try it in bed?]

Her bitter smile deepened, and she said with quiet heartbreak: “Mom… Barry doesn’t want me anymore.”

I took a bite of my meat, trying to force down the smirk curling at my lips. This was fun. Bethany sat beside me, smiling happily as she chatted with my mom like they had known each other for years. “Yes. The first time we met was at a bar…” she continued, carrying on with ease. My mom looked completely taken with her.

(Beverley’s POV) Mom knocked on my door that evening, a soft, hesitant rap that made my heart jump into my throat. I was lying on my bed, scrolling through old texts from Marcus, my body still faintly aching from our stolen moment earlier that afternoon when Mom had been at the store. The messages were filthy, promising more, and they left me restless. When I heard her voice through the wood, “Beverley? Can we talk?” I quickly locked my phone and shoved it under my pillow, my pulse racing for an entirely different reason now.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Three days passed. I didn’t receive a single dollar. What I did receive were countless insulting messages from my mother, Victor, and those meddling relatives. I packaged all the evidence and sent it to my lawyer, preparing to file the lawsuit. Monday arrived, the day of an important partnership meeting with the Rivers Group. Just before the meeting started, a sudden commotion broke out downstairs. I walked over to the window and looked down, frowning. My mother was sitting on the ground, her hair disheveled, crying loudly with tears and snot running down her face. In her hands she held up a sign:

Barney couldn't suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Moved, he drew Angela into his arms, holding her close. Angela's voice was soft but warm. "Congratulations. Soon, your family will be whole again." Barney let out a quiet sigh. "It will also fulfill my mother's last wish… to give her peace in the afterlife." He recalled being eight years old, when his parents' marriage was falling apart. His mother had left for a long time during the divorce dispute. Later, his father had been surrounded by several other women.

Ivor cheered, running towards his mother and jumping into her in an innocent hug that only a five-year-old could give. “Oh... Were you looking for me?” Glory asked her son, still stunned, her face red. I don't know if it was from tension for my husband or embarrassment at having been caught in the act. She was still adjusting her dress. “Do you remember we were going to see Barney together, Mum?” the boy asked, paying attention only to his mother. "Oh yeah. Barney! Let's go then; the show has already started,” she replied with her voice still shaking, and then quickly took her son away from there. The boy, at least, looked at Harald, since for him, Harald was nobody important.

She had purchased it the previous day among the ‘card-is-unlimited items we do not need. I wiped the water from my face, barely able to keep up with the bizarre scene. “Mother, where is your dignity?” I asked. She paused, giving me a quizzical look. “Dignity? Oh, sweetie, I don’t have dignity. I’m just a fun mom, and I’m just thirty-four!” “You’re insane,” I muttered, still trying to shake the water from my hair. “Yep. This is Fun Mum!” She grabbed my arm and yanked me out of bed, ignoring my protests. “Come on, let’s do something fun. We’re having a barbecue today, and you’re going to help me with the grilling.”