David Pelzer Mother Novels & Stories

She thought about the memory photo Rose had shown her, a photo of their mom that Rose had pulled straight from her head when she had asked her about her mom. “This is our Josney, we couldn’t call her anything else, could we?” David asked over his daughter's cries. He looked up to see Dell nodding her agreement as her eyes darted back and forth between their children. “Do you really want to call the other one pearl?” he asked, he wasn’t fussed either way on the name but if she wanted to call her that, he would go along with it.

"She's not my sister anymore. She's not coming back and upsetting Dad and that's the end of it. And I got rid of the photographs. There's no point leaving reminders hanging around." "Photographs? Photographs? Plural?" David looks around, and this time really takes in the room. In the hearth, smoking ashes breathe their last, save for one image: a family group, taken years ago. Snatching it from the hearth, he slaps the charring ruin against his thigh, beating away the remaining spark which glowers, eating at a curled brown edge. Their long-gone mother is half-gone, her face consumed. David and Stephen are teenagers. And Shelley is being held in their father's arms. In the background is a tab

Matthew said, “Just in case, I also asked around the old Jones family’s residence. There used to be a Jones family there, and they had a daughter called Sheryl Jones. However, she got into an accident out at sea 20 years ago. Jeffery Jones also had two daughters, Catherine and Rebecca Jones. Catherine was raised by them since she was a child, but Rebecca was trafficked when she was a child. They found her after that.” “You suspect that what Rebecca said was false?” Sheryl frowned. “You did the paternity test. She’s indeed my child.” “I know, I was just checking to be sure,” Matthew said, “Mom, it’s no wonder such beautiful women like you can be found in Melbourne. It’s been less than a day s

"My mum used to read me a lot when she was still alive. But after her death, my father burned all her things, including books. He burned mine too, saying they were hers because she had given them to me." His lips tremble slightly, and I see tears in his eyes. "You must miss your mum very much," I say again gently and calmly as I take a step close to him. "I miss only her and David; I'd like to see David, for sure Celia too." I don't respond; I'm not happy with this statement. For me, David is a cold-blooded killer, no matter what he did to help Celia or Danny. But I also understand that for a child like him, it's the opposite. My pack and I are the bad guys.

“Maybe… she didn’t want to come back. Maybe she wanted to live where that asshole was.” Riley thought about Elisabeth’s words and realized they rang true. She hadn’t understood her mother very well before her death. But now, after everything she had learned, she felt that her mother truly loved David, even after he abandoned her with a child. “I think what you said is true,” Riley said softly. “I feel my mother waited her whole life, thinking that one day… he would return. She never told me about my father. Even on her deathbed, she protected him and never spoke ill of him.”

David said,”but I don't believe that man, my instinct is telling me he is not innocent as he claims. “Well you just have to be patient David,” Arabella said,”time will tell.” “I guess so, David said,the only thing is that l don't know where to go and find her, and my mother is so devastated and her health is deteriorating.” “Is as if she is lacking her will power to live,Celine is very dear to her and the shock of her kidnap has really weakened my mum, I really don't know if mum is taking her drugs,it was Celine that always makes sure she takes it,and now that she is not here mum is reluctant to take it.”

Gilbert furrowed his brow, and his eyes darted toward Madalyn, who was now white as a sheet. She frantically shook her head at David and pleaded, "No, don't say it..." David only laughed harder. The more terrified Madalyn became, the more David relished in her fear. He turned to Gilbert and said, "Because, you know what? This woman is the one who killed your biological parents." "Biological parents?" Gilbert mumbled, his mind conjuring up gruesome and gory images. His head pounded with a cacophony of sharp, piercing sounds, and his scalp tightened with every beat of his heart.

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.

Wilron asked also surprised. "Yes Mom, I sent some people to investigate and we found out that peace is in LA with her sister. Howeve, hearing you say it right now that David is also in LA, I don't know what to think." I know Mom, I'm just surprised. Does this mean they are still together? "I don't know dear." Mrs. Wilton replied and I could tell that she wasn't lieing. She is indeed not aware of the truth. "I don't think David would be able get over the loss of the babies, so easily."

my mom said. “Trying to play it tough I see….. I don’t think you’d think the same way when your daughter gets involved” David said as he signaled the aide to get up to my room and bring me out. “She’s not here!” My mom said and blocked the aide off. “She’s staying at my mom’s for now” my dad added. My mom quickly grabbed the toy camera and threw it at David. “This what you are looking for right? Well take it!” My mom said as she threw it at David and he picked it up and looked through it but did not see any thing relating to the lab.