Despicable Me Gru's Mom Novels & Stories

My voice was hoarse, but I enunciated my words clearly, “Throwing a tantrum won’t help. The evidence is right before you. I kept a record of every cent you transferred to me. “Amelia, be honest. Don’t you know your family’s actual financial situation? “Do you really believe all the lies your mom told, or have you been helping her trick everyone else on purpose?” Amelia avoided meeting my gaze, and her expression kept changing. In the end, she flew into a fit of rage out of humiliation. “Does it matter if my mother lied? She only did it to make you look good and make others think highly of you! “You, on the other hand, are an ungrateful brat! You turned everything into a mess and embarrassed

Sucker. "No," Mom said at her most regal. "It is you who goes too far, Nicholas DeWinter. Return my daughter as agreed." "Not before you lower your defenses." He snarled at Gram who made shapes with her fingers. One of them slipped, a very rude one, and I wondered, as I always did, how much of my grandmother survived under all that insanity. "You know that won't happen until you return my child to me." Mom didn't move, stood just as motionless. And just as cold.

She wanted to meet with Gama and Louis, who were waiting for her to have lunch together. Glara tidied up her clothes and changed her facial expression to a more cheerful one. She didn't want Louis or Gama to know about her sadness over Damian's demeaning behavior. "Hiii, Mom's here!" Glara exclaimed with enthusiasm as she opened Gama's hospital room door. "Mom!" Gama shouted happily upon seeing the woman who gave birth to him in front of him. "Guess what Mom brought?" Glara asked, showing the paper bag she had bought at the restaurant earlier.

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

The sound of a message alert rang out. The sender was an unknown number. Attached was a video. It was a person, hunched over and dressed in rags, with their hair matted and face so filthy that it was nearly impossible to make out their features. Yet those eyes' terror, despair, and pleading were so hauntingly familiar that they sent a chill down my spine. It was Mom. It was really her this time! In the video, Mom was kneeling weakly at someone's feet. Her forehead slammed against the concrete floor, leaving bloody marks with each desperate bow.

Aural stumbled, nearly falling when she glared at the woman who dared harm her “You did this… you are the monster after my daughters… I let you do what you wanted, but you still went ahead and caused them harm!” Elina's mom shouted at the top of her voice that tears were flooding her eyes. Aural shrugged her off and straightened her back. A dark glimmer flickered in her eyes as she stood face-to-face with Elina's mom

I watched in horror as a silver streak fell on my mother. Throwing herself to the left, she barely missed it. “This isn’t over Grant!” Mom yelled as she got to her feet. She stayed crouched down, ready, for another attack. “One day, I will have our soul around my chest. Locked away for me to torture when I feel like it.” Grant’s eyes were truly evil. A huge growl shook the ground as relief and tears flooded me. Dad.

"If only your temper was as good as your brain. where did I go wrong with you? I bet your mom will be turning in her grave, realizing that you grew up to be a disappointment, a disgrace, an embarrassment to everything we work hard for" A heavy silence engulfed the entire house. Gemini's eyes darkened, and she struggled to maintain her composure. I longed to see the explosion unfold. Meanwhile, I savored the flavorful taste of fresh lobster meat served in a buttery roll. "Honey, please take it easy, the poor girl has been through enough" My mom pleaded, playing her role perfectly. A smirk formed on my lips. Impressed by her acting skills. In a fit of anger, Gemini pushed herself out of her c

I did, because I started answering all unknown numbers now. "Mom." Grace’s voice, low as a whisper, the quality you would have had if speaking where you weren’t supposed to be talking. Something in me that had coiled tight for two days unwound all at once and I pressed the phone against my ear and got my voice as steady as I could get it. "Baby. Are you okay?" "I am okay." A pause. Her breath, steady and measured. "Mom, she showed us videos. Of Dad." Another pause. "He did bad things. Really bad things. I watched them."

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come