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

She amused looking at me, “I never intended to agree about this blind date too, however, once I get heard your name, I can’t help but agreed. At least I can stop myself from killing you because we knew each other.” “Should I feel lucky and honored that you can spare my life?” I said emotionless. Faye Layton, the second child of Layton’s family, her father got his title as ruthless, while her brother got his title. Days and years passed until she already gets her title… A devil Luna, they say. “You don’t have to fake it, just let’s report to our family that we got a very nice conversation and decided to meet again. How about it?” She said as if she just talking about some project and I am jus

Mother hissed at who I guessed to be Creighton. "Leave her alone please. Take my life instead, I beg you." Mom cried out. "Oh, enough with the crocodile tears already Nuella. No one here gives a fuck about them, the only one that does, is about to die." Mother barked. "You can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tried to win over Matthews , just please forgive me and let my daughter go." Mom pleaded. "You seriously think this is only about Matthews?" Mother scoffed. "Not only did she kill my lover but she is also mated to the evil ones who burned me."

The darkness that had consumed their mother now flowed through the veins of her daughters like poison. Sophia and Aurora no longer pretended to resist. The studio had become their church, the red lights their altar. Tonight’s stream was titled “Daughters of the Abyss.” Over 5.7 million viewers watched as the two sisters were dragged in on all fours, leashed and collared like the broken animals they had become.

Part One: Zachariah Hunter ZOE My name is Zoe Daniels, and on the day I turned eighteen, I became an Only Fans model. My mother, who had just lost her husband a few years ago and was still reeling from the aftermath of taking care of an only daughter who was very rebellious, lost it. Without batting an eyelid, she gave me a choice. If I was going to become an Only Fans model, then I wasn't going to do it under her roof.

“Honestly he’d probably like it. First lesson to learn when it comes to the Blackwell triplets: they’re all fucking masochists.” She sashayed over to the wardrobe and released a quiet sigh. “It’s not like it matters though, does it? I’ve been banned from taking dick. My hymen will remain firmly intact until mother dearest sells me off to the highest, most influential bidder.” Her eyes fluttered shut, “Fuck my life, man.” I wrinkled my nose. “Your mother’s a monster.” “So is your father. Hey, maybe they should shack up?”

A procession of warriors emerged, pushing broad wooden platforms mounted upon heavy wheels. The chatter below immediately swelled. Upon each platform lay enormous bodies. The Blood Mothers. Even in death they looked unnatural. Their immense frames barely fit upon the timber platforms, their monstrous claws resting limply over the edges while their long hair spilled across the bloodstained wood beneath them. Tribal markings still covered their powerful bodies, and though death had robbed them of movement, it had done very little to lessen their presence. My father raised both hands. “You see them!” His voice boomed again.

She tried to suppress her emotions, but she ultimately failed and said, "You won't be the judge on whether you had a hallucination or not. We'll be sending you to a psychologist." She then patted my head like how she used to in the past. She wore a strange expression when she added, "It's been three years. Truth be told, we've discussed among ourselves about how we wouldn't punish you anymore as long as you promise to never show your face in front of William again—" My other mothers, Tessa Charleston and Barbara, suddenly appeared before she could finish her sentence. "Gloria, Joanne, have you seen William?" Gloria and Joanne were stunned.

Mom believed that if the collar were still in her hands, it would surely be blinking a blinding crimson red at this moment, and the pain would be an everlasting one. In the emptiness of space, I watched everything unfold. I watched Mom suffer in the psychiatric hospital, watched the crippled Daniel reduced to begging, and watched my ruined Dad drink himself into an early grave. And yet, I found no pleasure in seeing them get what they deserved. All I felt was a quiet calm, like stagnant water.

When I placed first on an exam, I posted, "I got locked in the dark room again, but I never cheated. I was in first place. Why does Mom believe everything Juniper says and never listens to me?" When Mom celebrated Juniper's birthday, I wrote, "It's cake. I haven't had a birthday cake in so long. I want to celebrate my birthday too, but Mom said I don't deserve it, since I killed Dad and Juniper's parents…" On the day I died, I wrote what I felt when I was locked in the dark storage room. "I'm so tired that I don't think I can hold on anymore. Will Mom finally be happy if I'm dead?"

"Look at the son you've raised! He's a murderer! If I'd known, I never would've married you!" All Dad could feel in that moment was the scorn of everyone around him, so he pushed all the blame onto Mom. Mom lowered her head to look at my portrait and whispered, "Frank, our entire family has wronged you. Wait for us. We must atone for our sins." Upon hearing this, I felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Mom raised my heavy urn and smashed it with all her force onto Dad's and Andrew's heads.