Chapter 6 Mother 3 Novels & Stories

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak

"Cherry, I said go upstairs and let me handle this," "Don't you dare tell me to go upstairs like I'm the villain here, your mother is the one who has refused to give me some damn peace!" Cherry snapped, her voice shaking with fury I turned to my mother, my voice dropping to a warning tone. "And mother, this conversation ends now, what are you even doing here?" My mother's lips pressed into a thin line as she glared at Cherry like she was some disgusting piece of shit. Her eyes shifted towards me, filled with disappointment. "You're too blinded by her beauty to see that you're wasting your time!"

Crashed into the forest. June ran to her mother. She was happy to see her. "Mom! You are okay! You are a Benson too?" she asked. Her mother looked at June. For the time June did not see any love, in her eyes. All she saw was a focus. "I am the 001 " her mother said. ". Arthur was just a distraction." June stopped moving. Dante and Hope stood behind her with their guns ready. The people walking out of the pods were not confused. They were all standing still. Then they all turned their heads to look at Junes mother at the time. Thousands of people had the glowing blue eyes.

The roots are drawing inward, and the chamber is shrinking with each pulse. My mother places her palm flat on my chest right over the place where the bond lives. Her hand is warm. "The law always wants a willing heart," she says. "You gave it three in one throw. Now it is trying to make them fit into one space." Pain blooms under her hand, not sharp but deep, like something taking root. I gasp and grab her wrist. Cael shouts, "Get your hand off him!" My mother does not move. Tears fill her eyes. "I ran that night with two babies in my arms, not three," she says. "The tree made the third while I slept inside it. It grew him from my grief and my fear."

Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car. Once they got to the car, they hit the road. Arlene tuned the music player on, and she sang to Passengers let her go with her mum, with the both of them screaming at the top of their voice till their tummies hurt. Their house was about an hour drive, so they still had a long way to go. “Wait! Turn the volume up a bit, that’s backstreet boys” her mum said in an excited tone.

✨🌌✨ ⸻ Because after eternity… Mother and son were reunited. 🌙 Why Elian Was Erased The Mother stepped back. 💔 ⸻ Then looked toward everyone. ⸻ “You deserve the truth.” ⸻ Reality became silent. ⸻ A memory appeared. 📖 ⸻ Long ago. Before worlds. Before stories. ⸻ The Mother dreamed three children. ⸻ The Father. The Keeper. The Hunger. ⸻ But she dreamed something else too. ⸻ Something she never intended.

Jean said to Terri, "There won't be enough room otherwise." "That will be alright, won't it Rick?" his mother said. "Well as long as you don't weigh a ton, and take up the whole side of the truck," he said laughing. "I'll have you know I weigh one hundred and five pounds, young man, and I'm only five foot three, not six foot three." She was grinning when she said it, but there was a little bit of pride in her voice. At thirty-six, his mother had the body and looks of a high school senior. Although few high school girls had 36C boobs that were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. Calling his attention to her body was not the best thing she could have done.

“This is perfect. We’ll go dress shopping next weekend. Oh, and we need to pick colors, and flowers, and the venue needs to be decided soon if we want August.” August. Three months away. Three months and my mother would be married to Adrian. I caught his eye again, and this time he didn’t look away. I saw the same trapped feeling I felt reflected back at me. We’d done this to ourselves. Both of us. “Actually,” my mother said, and something in her tone made me nervous. “There’s one more thing.” Adrian tensed beside her. I could see it in the way his shoulders went rigid. “What is it, Mom?”

Something that was executed with horrifying precision. This was not about revenge or seizing power, it was a conquest. The doors creaked open, the shadow matriarch walked regal, bruised and her eyes burning in fury. Cinthye stood. "Mama." Her mother looked drained. For the first time since they met again she looked her age but not weak. Never. Just exhausted. " My little daredevil." Relief engulfed Cinthye's system she rushed towards her mother and hugs her. Tears welling up her eyes, mirroring the woman who she presumed dead.

Her coughing got worse and worse, and blood sprayed from her mouth like mist. There was another bang. Mommy’s back jerked, as if something had slammed into it. She flew up into the air. Then she crashed down hard onto the ground. There was a little hole in her back, and blood welled up out of it. There was so much of it. Mommy struggled to get her mouth close to my ear and said one thing to me. Then, anxious, she asked: “Isa, did you understand?” I nodded, sobbing. Mommy smiled. Then, slowly, she closed her eyes.