Coraline X Other Mother Novels & Stories

Which she knew she shouldn't have felt because it was the reality. The woman turned around and locked her eyes with Sophia's. Her eyes were identical to Miles' and Pearl’s; Clear grey. Her hairs were short and she had a lean figure, like one of those models. But she didn't look like a model. Much like a middle-class woman. ''You've got his eyes,'' the women said referring to her ex-husband. ‘‘Yeah,'' Sophia breathed out and smiled like a polite lady she was. ‘‘Oh, how stupid I am,'' She chuckled. ''I am Cora. Cora Mane, Miles and Pearls' mother.''

Trigger warning! MALCOLM "Dad, please help me, I'm scared! Dad, help!" Marylin screamed through the phone, my heart bursting with fear. "You hear that, Malcolm!" Louise's venomous voice followed. "If you wanna tear this family apart, then fine! I'll do it for you! I'll kill her and then kill myself!" "Stop this madness, Louise! She's your daughter too!" I screamed into the phone, racing down the road at full speed. My heart pounded like an Earthquake, and rain poured from the sky.

“There’s something about her. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel drawn to her in a way I haven’t felt in years. Not since my wife died.” Matt’s mouth fell open. He stared like Alaric genuinely shocked. “You’re joking.” When Alaric didn’t smile, Matt’s voice dropped. “Do you hear yourself right now? You’re basically saying you want Melissa’s daughter. You’re dating Melissa.” “That relationship is void,” Alaric said flatly. “You know it. I’ve both been pretending for months just to get information.” Matt rubbed his forehead hard. “That somehow makes this even worse. You’re telling me you want the daughter while you’re with the mother. There is no polite way to explain that. None.”

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

Make sure to become a decent person in your next life. The police had not expected to witness another murder scene while arresting their suspect. They handcuffed Mom and prepared to take her away. She remained eerily calm the entire way, until the very second before she was to be put into the police car, she suddenly broke free and sprinted toward the main road. A car, unable to brake in time, slammed into her with a sickening thud. Mom was thrown heavily onto the ground, blood oozing from her mouth. I felt my spirit begin to fade as I started becoming transparent. I knew it was time for me to go.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

The kind of calm that comes from having calculated every possible outcome. My mother takes the phone. Her hands tremble so violently the device slips through her fingers and clatters onto the marble floor. Her own hand flies to her mouth, stifling a choked cry that is part horror, part devastation. "Mom, what’s going on?" I pull away from Paul’s touch, the connection suddenly feeling toxic. "Don’t act surprised, Penny!" Gayle snarls, her face twisting with a disgust so visceral it makes me step back. "You’ve been sleeping with this man? Penny, have you gone completely nuts?"

"Don't listen to Isabella's lies! Your mom went mad and took her own life. It had nothing to do with us." "Lies?" Ettore punched him in the face. "Rosa told me everything! You and Elena forced hallucinogenic drugs on Mom to seize her inheritance and locked us in the basement to abuse us! Are you even human?" Dad, humiliated and furious, pulled a pistol hidden in his sleeve and aimed it at me. "Since you all know, then you can all die!" But before he could pull the trigger, a member of Snake Eye shot him in the wrist. The pistol clattered to the floor.

“What was in the email?” “According to your mother, she knew she was being watched and under the threat of an attack.” “What?” All three of us echo together. “One of your mother's unique abilities had always been a premonition of the future, she could have visions that spanned years. When she had a prediction of her death, she immediately made preparations by contacting me first. She told me about you, sent pictures, and told me she never dreamed of contacting me ever again but the situation was urgent. She knew about your powers Coral, knew you’d be an Elementalist, and told me that the fear of trying to hide who you were going to become was one of the reasons she hid away. And shockingly,

After that, she sat on the couch, holding my portrait as she waited for death to claim her. I glided over and looked at her. Her breathing was getting faster, and her pupils started to dilate. Her lips were dyed a striking red. "Why did you do that, Mom? Do you think death will grant you my understanding?" 'It will not. I will never forgive you!' I thought vehemently. My mother's life was slipping away, and so was the vague connection tying me to her. I glided to the house's entrance. The moment I was at the entrance, the connection was no more. My mother called out to me, "Jessica!" She was careful, but there was ecstasy in her eyes.