Dave Pelzer Mom Novels & Stories

This maid job has been so helpful to us. "Again, I'm sorry about Mr Daves death. May his gentle soul rest in peace. He was a very good man, I guess this is my little way of making it up to him. I promise you Mrs Daves, I'll take good care of your daughter Bella" Mrs Benson added. I couldn't believe my ears as I bowed my head in a respect. "Thank you so much Mrs Benson. I really really appreciate" My mom thanked her. "Go ahead, continue with the investigation. I hope you find who the killer" Peter's Mom said.

“I’m David Anderson, Mr. Daven. My mom’s name is Emily Rose and my dad is Pitt Anderson.” “Thank you, David. That’s a very cool name,” Daven replied, giving him a thumbs-up. Josh let out a little sigh. It wasn’t that he disliked David getting praise. But still… “My name is Joshua Grayson, Mr. Daven. Mommy’s name is Althea Grayson. My dad? Um…” He paused, lowering his voice. “Mommy says my dad’s already in heaven. So… I don’t know his name.” "Make sure they receive everything we've sent," Daven said, his eyes never leaving the tablet in his hands. He wasn’t working—at least not in the usual sense. He was distracting himself from the spiral of thoughts that had been clouding his mind ever sinc

After that, they all left silently. Dave came in just in time, as the people were finding their way out of the area. They spared him a disdainful glance before, walking out on him. Dave has been away all night in search of Zendaya, he didn't what happened until Dino gave him a call to notify him. He came running as soon as he heard. He walked past them, and entered the gate, he saw his mother and the rest of them attending to Melina. “What happened over here? he asked as soon as he came closer to them.

Dave grumbles, taking a long drink of his beer. “I am tired of her bitching at me and griping about how I don't take care of her ass. She has a damn roof over her head, don't she boy?” “Yes, sir. She does. A very nice roof, daddy.” Nate answers respectfully, because he knows what happens when he doesn't. "You and uncle Tom have worked hard to give us a nice home." “Fuck yes, I have but nothing is ever good enough for that whore. You know that your mama was a stripper when I met her, don't ya?” Dave asks the child.

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.

She kept her gaze fixed and her mind busy with all sorts of things, she wanted to block out whatever words would come out of her father’s mouth. “Merilee, there is no gentle way to say this, so I’m going to come out and say it…” Dave paused, his voice had gotten shaky at the end. He cleared his throat before he started again, “Your mother, Jayson and Alice didn’t die in the fire, and they were…” He stopped. She turned to him, her faced creased in disbelief. She was right, all the years they tried to convince her to ignore the truth. He squeezed his eyes shut. A tear escaped before he brushed it away, he clenched his fists over his lap.

“Like.” “Like Margaret Bishop’s great grandmother,” Dave said softly. “The one who wrote the first letter. The one in box one. The one whose father was erased from the family record.” He looked at the woman in the doorway. “I think your mother and Margaret Bishop’s great grandmother might have been sisters.” The woman stared at him.

He swore to himself that no matter what happened, he would never let Dave take Regan away from him. *** Oh, Dave, dear, you're back already?" That question made Dave turn his head as he was about to climb the stairs in his penthouse. "Mommy Elenna," Dave muttered with a mysterious smile. "What's the surprise that Mom wants to come to my place?" Dave walked arrogantly to Elenna, who was Aiden's mother. "Mom just wanted to see you; you haven't been home for a long time." The words were only responded to by a small smile from Dave. "Mom made you your favorite corn soup; come eat."

He bombarded, his tone drenched in worry. “Boss you sound tensed. Are you okay?” Ray was also one of Tyler’s trusted guards. It was naturally he asked about what seems to bother his boss. “Dave is back, Ray. He killed Tim or one of his men did; but still from him. Not only that, he has my dad, and right now the one who put my mom in the hospital cause he shot her. And I’m just worried he might come after her. So you need to make sure she’s safe, have guards around her at all times. And after she’s done with her parents, drive her straight home, no detours.”

"Everyone keeps talking about Penelope." "They talk like she left a scar." "They talk like..." "Katherine." His voice was calm, too calm, but a dangerous kind of calm, and I stopped immediately. For several moments, neither of us spoke. Then surprisingly...Dave did, and I didn't know how to feel about it. "My mother died when I was ten." The words stunned me, as I never expected him to be carrying such burden. I turned toward him slowly. His eyes remained fixed on the distant gardens, not me.