Dead Blondes And Bad Mothers Novels & Stories

It's slithering into the den of wolves, beseeching for them not to sniff you out until you're done with what you came for. Flipping the autopsy report with utmost interest my hand froze as my eyes landed on the picture of Nicholas’ smiling face as he gaze down on a black-haired girl that…it’s me. Thankfully my hair was blurring most of my face, making it hard for anyone to recognize me unless you are my mother. Then, I'm out of luck because even if I'm in a throng of people she can always pick me out. I shuddered at the thought of my mom mixed with the mess I made. Just thinking about it sent a dark cloud of rage at the pit of my stomach. I may feel empty but even the most wicked person know

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

A mother who played favorites, a stepfather who was always scheming, and a stepbrother who fought me for everything—none of it was worth mentioning. But now that Lesley had started this, I couldn't pretend anymore. So I told Jason the whole story. How my mom bought the house with zero down, then after I finished paying off the mortgage, she wanted me to give it to my stepbrother. Jason's eyes went wide. "What? There are mothers like that? She's helping her stepson screw over her own son? Is she out of her mind?" I said quietly, "Lesley was my mom's first love. After my dad died, they reconnected right away. In her mind, the three of them are the real family."

Her mother looked up from the phone and Blair had no doubt she was looking at the picture again. “What is it, Mom? I’m not in the mood for silly discussions?” “Don’t you think she looks like Maliah a bit? I could swear her side profile looks a lot like that child” Sabrina asked and looked at her. Sabrina’s face paled as Blair’s expression contorted into fury. She gulped and shuffled in her seat as Blair sat up and gripped her upper arm. “That bitch is dead. Did you forget already that we killed her?” She spat and her mother shook her head furiously.

Their mother came into view, her chin dripping from fresh blood. "Hypocrite," I accused. "I knew you were the one who couldn't control it." Mother sighed and raised her cloth to clean the blood on her chin. When she was done, she approached us, pointing at the three bodies. One was a female, and the other two were men. They all dressed expensively. "I killed them so that we could steal their identities and blend in with the humans," Mother explained. "It is time we left the darkness for good. We are immortal. We have time waiting for us, and we cannot live in the shadows any longer."

“Oh? You’ve finally stopped pretending? Decided to drop the innocent act? You have always been a snake. Only Rylan is foolish enough to fall for your tricks.” Red’s eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction. “Of course he fell for me. Because you’ve always been a terrible mother to him.” My jaw clenched. “Yes. Yes, I’m a bad mother,” I spat. “Because I despise your family’s blood. A Blackwood is always a Blackwood!! All are rotten from the head to the core.” Red took a slow, deliberate step closer.

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

"You think you can get away with everything, don’t you? You’re nothing but a desperate, conniving coward trying to ruin other people’s lives because you can't stand your own misery. You are an evil person; villains aren’t born, they are created. A demon on earth. I will make sure you pay for it. Your mother must be somewhere regretting giving birth to someone like you." Before Rose could finish, Brindle’s hands flew up and slapped her hard across her face. "Don’t you ever dare bring my mother into this! You know nothing about my mother," Brindle said, boiling over, her eyes a little teary from the mention of her mother. "My mother can never be ashamed of me." Rose barely flinched. She retali

One even her own abilities couldn’t keep at bay. But Baldwin began to tell me a different story: “Our mothers were friends, once. Two gifted healers who grew up loving and supporting each other. “And then your mother ruined it, choosing power and Royalty over friendship and loyalty.” He shrugged. “So they became enemies. And so they fought. “Your mother didn’t die of any illness except greed. That’s what led to the final psychic battle between our mothers.” His face hardened. “Your mother died. My mother was left with a broken mind, one slowly being consumed by a frenzy she hadn’t had before that battle.”

Get her up - He says standing up and strong arms lift me - Take her to the s zone, so she can experience what her beloved mothers' day is like. More or less standing I saw Mama's body being carried away, Tenth was no longer here. - Now Seventh, you will have the view from both sides. To be a warrior or a parent pig, it's up to you. - The two men were dragging me back into a hallway - Know also Seventh, you will receive a daily dose of vampiric blood in your meals in case you decide to take the life that is mine. If you try to kill yourself, you will return being a prostitute just like your mother.