Dead Blondes And Bad Mothers の小説・ストーリー

The Darkness didn’t hesitate again. It flooded him. Not trickling. Not whispering. Pouring. Like an ocean breaking through a dam. Pain tore through his bones. His spine arched. A scream ripped from his throat— Then twisted into something deeper. Something ancient. Veins blackened completely. Skin cracking like dried earth. The air around him distorted. Reality bending. Hunters’ corpses nearby began sinking into the soil like the earth itself rejected them. The forest groaned. Roots crawling. Branches snapping.

Dahlia’s POV: Peering up at the moon, I suddenly thought of Hades. Valerian, too, and how they are doing without me. I felt a twinge of pain, knowing they must be happily tending to their fated mates this very moment. The mate bond is both magical and mysterious, yet mine with Tatum just feels… plastic, unnatural, forced. I have tried to give it a shot, but all this while I have been mated to a damn monster. He doesn’t love me the way a mate is supposed to love his soulmate. Mates don’t do that to their fated, their other half. They don’t run around sticking their dicks into just anyone because they want to, knowing it would severely affect their mates and the bond.

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

I told you, my mom is a badass. I let out a sigh of relief, but it was premature when easily a dozen others I didn't notice come out of nowhere. I suck in a sob, Mom may be a badass, but there's no way she can take on that many alone. They swarm her, and she lets out a vicious snarl that I could even hear all the way up here. There's a ray of hope when I see a group of warriors rushing towards her. My father was the head warrior; there was no way he would leave his mate and his daughter out here to fight on their own. Proving me right, my dad's gray wolf is leading them and heading straight to my mother. The warriors reach the vampires and jump right at them, but it's not enough. There were

Her eyes were the most beautiful thing about her, a feature that she herself had inherited from her but the brightness and sparkles in Sia’s eyes were long gone. One day Sia discovered that whenever her mother smiled, there was no sparkle in her eyes. She would try to do something funny again just to look at the sparkles in her mother’s eyes but there were still no sparkles. Her lips still curved upwards in the same way and her eyes thinned together in the same way but the sparkles were no longer there. She was old enough to know and relaize that there was something wrong. Something wrong enough to take away the sparkles in her mother’s eyes.

“I am your mother. I love you-" “No!” Mothers weren’t supposed to hurt their daughters. Mothers weren’t supposed to make daughters wish they were dead. Mothers weren’t supposed to be monsters. She looked into Lilith’s eyes as she thrust the sword into her heart. There was no hatred in her mother’s eyes. There was almost a quiet acceptance and it made her feel so much worse. Black blood dripped down Lilith’s torso, down the sword, until it reached Callie’s hands. Lilith let out a final exhale. Callie pulled back the blade and her mother collapsed to the floor like a broken doll. She dropped the sword and collapsed to her knees. It was over.

“Mom, Mom. What happened to you?” “D*mn it. What did you do to my mother?” When Benny and Anderson Assex saw their mother had passed out on the floor, they immediately panicked. Quickly, they picked her up. Enraged, Anderson even shoved Granny Blackwood. Benny was horrified, and quickly, he restrained Anderson from going any further. Benny had heard from Madame Joanne that Granny Blackwood was a terrifying person. Her body was supposedly covered in poison, and she could inflict parasitic diseases on anyone without even making a sound.

one of the Military Mothers asked. “Mother White,” Mist replied. Rain fought to keep her mouth from dropping open. Mist knew Mother White? “This is the one suspected of leading the rebellion.” She gestured at Adam with the tip of her gun. Now that they were standing right next to the group, Rain wasn’t sure what to do. Her heart was beating out of her chest. “I didn’t hear any orders to….” Before the Mother could finish her sentence, three sharp pops cut through the silence. Rain jumped. Mist had fired so quickly and accurately, all three Mothers fell dead to the ground from head wounds. The crack of the rifle was deafening. How had Mist just killed three women…?

Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted. "Turn the Bus Turn the Bus Basted" The same man screamed who was now standing over the driver's head. And he was told to turn the bus. The road was heading towards Sydney's forest. Everyone was squealing now. Everyone thought they would get off the bus after returning the luggage, but they had probably taken the bus hostage. A woman was crying loudly. "Please, please, please." She was crying with both hands. The English-speaking black man was now stepping fast towards the woman.

mom adds. "Is it because he's an Alpha? Is that why you two are fine with all of this? You both know I don't want to go," I argue, and before my mother can say it, I continue for her, "and I know, you came here for Dad, you had to sacrifice, but maybe I'm not willing to do that. At least you liked Dad." "You don't like David?" My father asks. "I must say that's rather strange." "Of course she likes him, Dale. He's her mate. She's just being difficult because she would rather run around the world than be a Luna."