Barren Mother Novels & Stories

Halloran. The whole room fell silent. Even Barrett's mother gaped at me with wide eyes. She tried to recover from her shock, clearly looking slightly abashed for her earlier remarks. But she soon recovered. She schooled her expression and regained that ever-so-prim expression of entitlement. She quirked a brow. “I find it hard to believe that a girl like you would have any fault to find in my son—” “Enough!” I yelled out. “You know nothing of what your precious son put me through!”

Mom believed that if the collar were still in her hands, it would surely be blinking a blinding crimson red at this moment, and the pain would be an everlasting one. In the emptiness of space, I watched everything unfold. I watched Mom suffer in the psychiatric hospital, watched the crippled Daniel reduced to begging, and watched my ruined Dad drink himself into an early grave. And yet, I found no pleasure in seeing them get what they deserved. All I felt was a quiet calm, like stagnant water.

She had hoped that I would soften up and withdraw the charge, or that the court might go easy on her. However, reality hit hard. A year and a half behind bars meant a permanent stain on her life. She thought about her lost job, ruined reputation, bedridden mother, and the 200,000 dollars in compensation she had no way of paying back. Despair swallowed her whole like a rising tide. She stormed into Emerald’s ward like a madwoman. Emerald was lying in bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. When Amelia saw her mother like that, an intense hatred surged from the bottom of her heart.

My mother pleaded with eyes that were slightly teary, her left palm tried to stroke my right but I pulled away sharply. “I am fine!” I declared while I arose. I glanced between the two of them while my breaths came out like a storm. “I am the son of Barron, his only heir, there’s no way I can suddenly be wolfless. There must be some sort of logical explanation.” The look on their face said otherwise instead. “Irene,” my mother called and the doctor wriggled her head as if she were finding the right words to say. “Are you sure about what you just said?”

She screamed once at each of the claws Barbara gave her. “Oh, Mom, you really look pathetic,” said Barbara at that moment in a mocking tone. “I told you I am fed up with people who don't understand what has happened to me… or what I have done and will do. You looked so fond of me a few hours ago, but now you and Grandpa actually think I have been controlled by the devil.” Barbara sighed softly, as if they had let her down. “Father doesn't control me, Mom; he just helped me get my true strength. If it weren't for him, I'd be dead long ago because of INDICENT and all their bullshit.” Barbara threw Linda's body to the floor in hatred. She looked at her adoptive mother with grinning lips. “Goodb

“No, my mother loved me.” “I’m sure she did.” Although, thinking back now, I didn’t see her that often once we went to Baron’s mansion. She’d come by my room once or twice a week to spend some time with me, but she’d always leave soon after, saying Baron wanted her. “How do you know my mother is dead?” I ask, pushing away the unpleasant memories. “Neophytes like her…they don’t live very long. Even if she didn’t die in the ocean, she would have died a few weeks later. The thing is, Simone…blood madness can be genetic.”

“He married me, a barren cow. I don’t know how long we’ll have to wait before we can become parents.” Grandma May did not like hearing how Camryn was speaking about herself. She stopped, looked at her, and said seriously, “Camryn, I don’t like it when you talk about yourself like that. What do you mean, a barren cow? You aren’t. It’s only because you were victimized and plotted against.

"Don’t worry, Darling. Frank's decision was right. Your mother is sick. That's the best way for her." Barbara's face darkened. No more light radiated from her eyes. "No wonder Kara said that whoever gets better first can visit the others. It turns out I'm not the only one being treated." Barbara's lips began to tremble. She quickly bit it so as not to invite sadness. "Why didn't I suspect anything earlier? Brother even said clearly that he asked an expert to treat Mom's mental condition." Suddenly, Barbara let out a sigh of disgust. "I am now not only the daughter of a criminal, but also the daughter of a mad woman?"

I questioned the reason my own son had disliked me, and thought if I was not worthy of being a mother. But it was different now—I felt nothing inside. My familial bond with Julian had already been severed the moment he called someone else his mommy.

“I hope you die a gruesome death. I hope you know that you’ll never be anything but a worthless woman who couldn’t keep her son from being an abuser. But I shouldn’t be surprised. Your husband and father beat you, didn’t they? They beat every single brain cell out of you and you thanked them for it? Well, fuck you all. I don’t want this anymore. I’m done. You’ve hurt me enough. Kill me. Because I’m going to take my life, and I’ll take these children with me.” Barry removed his arm from his mother’s grasp. He looked at me with a deranged smile. “Okay. We’ll go out tonight. I’ll woo another girl. And if you’re still alive, then I will sell you to one of the old gross men on the streets to be a