Coraline X Other Mother Novels & Stories

He crawled toward me and my mother like a dog, but I recoiled in disgust. He gasped. “I’m staying right, Beatrice? I’m staying!” I nodded with a smile, and in the next second, someone slipped a dog collar around his neck. “Didn’t you let your precious daughter treat my mother like a dog? Since you want to stay in the Roth family, be a good guard dog!” Tarni was about my age. This proved that Felix had cheated while my mom was pregnant. Once I went abroad, he brought his mistress and her daughter back.

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

Hurried footsteps echoed outside the ward. The first thing Josephine saw when she came in was the chaotic scene before her. She smashed a medicine bottle against my head and quickly staunched Henry's bleeding. For the first time, she lost control of her rage and screamed at me, "What is wrong with you? He's your brother-in-law!" The machines connected to Delilah suddenly blared. Only then did Josephine realize her mother was in critical condition on the bed. "Mom!"

Mom was sticking her head out of the window, shouting at someone below. At 1:08 pm, she went down the stairs and walked out onto the field. She grabbed my arm, yanking my body upward. It flopped right back down. Then she turned around and walked off. A haunting silence filled the security room. Mom stared at the footage of her walking away, her lips shaking. "Keep playing the footage," Dad said.

But I didn't open the door. "Hela, open the door. We know you're in there," Vincent's mother, Irene Newman, pleaded from outside. "We... We just want to talk to you." I leaned against the door, remaining perfectly still. "Hela, during the five years you were married to Vincent, we truly treated you like our own daughter," Vincent's father, Victor Bennett, said. His voice was incredibly raspy. "You rushed us to the emergency room in the middle of the night and knitted that sweater for me by hand. We remember all of it…"

“Wake up, Mom.” Bryan grabbed me by the hair. His eyes spoke of menace. “Why do you keep making risky choices, Carys?” I burst into tears. “Can’t we just talk, Bryan? Please save Mom. She’s dying!” The pool of blood on the floor gathered, and Mom, pale in the face, was out of it. Bryan scoffed, his eyes reflecting disdain. “Do you know how long I’ve been preparing for this day?” His question hung in the air. I was too focused on saving Mom to process it.

Favian gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be back, I want to attend to some things.” He said, and I nodded, continuing to move around on my own But then, just as I started to feel at ease, I saw her. Coral. What was she even doing here? She was not even a Luna. She stood a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes locked on me like a hawk eyeing its prey. My heart sank as I met her eyes. I hadn’t expected to see her here, not tonight. I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack.

Never been properly ravished. Everything about her looked pure, untouched. But the things she said, the things that came out of her mouth, were downright foul. I tapped on the rewind button but it went too far back and Georgina was suddenly on the black and white screen, strutting around my home like she owned the place. Anger surged within me so fast the heat of it raised my body temperature, fingers white-knuckling the edge of my desk in renewed ire. Coraline had let that donnaccia in and she had immediately headed for my bedroom, stripping herself naked and lying between the sheets to take pictures of herself in erotic poses. I was sure she had sent them to me, having not realized she was

"I need to take this call." The butler looks almost regretful. "But Miss Coralina, there are still four more from the Paris collection—” “This is fine," I say, already grabbing my phone. "Thank you for your hard work.” I walk onto the balcony and answer the phone. "Mom? Dad?" "Carolina! My darling!" My mother’s voice is bright, competing with the sound of wind and waves. "We’re in Santorini! We just finished a cruise. How are you, my dear? And how's the baby?”

he outstretched his hand in an attempt to help me up from the floor. The woman raised a single brow, causing Elliot’s body to go stiff. Her magic was strong, that much was obvious, “I am telling her the truth, which apparently no one in her life has cared enough to do. As distressing as it may be, honesty is freeing on the soul,” Blanche forced Elliot to the ground, “I suggest you control your tone in here, son.” “Are you saying that Coralynn is not my mother?” “No, dear. Coralynn was your father’s second chance mate. The perfect punishment for his sins, in my opinion,” her eyes grew saddened, “Your mother was killed by your father eighteen years ago.”