Fairly Odd Parents End Novels & Stories

] My father wrapped his arms around himself in fear as he cursed, “Annie already gave up her position as the Dawson family’s heiress. She has sacrificed enough! Does it matter if Zinnia eats alone? This system is garbage! I want to terminate it right now!” [The system reserves the right of final interpretation. [Contract term: lifetime. Termination permissions: none.] “What level of pain did we experience earlier?” my mother cautiously asked. [Level 5.] I felt a sense of satisfaction unlike any I had ever known as I watched my parents’ anger and helplessness. So, this was what the Children’s Fairness System felt like. I was elated! My mother waved her hand and pulled me to the dining table.

She hissed, "It was you! You brought the dogs! You destroyed my parents' grave! You wouldn't let them rest in peace, even in death! I'm going to kill you!" The gathered relatives completely erupted. Everyone surrounded them, cursing at the two who were now fighting each other. "You animals! Those were your own parents!" "For a pretty boy, you even desecrated your own parents' graves!" "How did the Gardner family end up with someone like you, so heartless and disgusting?!" The shouting, crying, and barking all mixed as the cemetery fell into chaos. I coldly watched everything unfold, then took out my phone and, in front of all the relatives, played a video.

"So goodhearted and pure and innocent. Despite all our terrible influence, you're the sweetest child I've ever met." "That's because of Mom and Dad," Ollie said. "They're really good at the parenting stuff you two are bad at." "Fair point," Samuel conceded. "Your parents are much more responsible than we ever were." "Though significantly less fun," Silvia added. "Also fair," Ollie agreed. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Xenois and Lumina descending, both looking like they'd actually gotten some sleep for the first time in days.

He nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward turning a video on in his phone. There in front of me, looking much older, were my parents. Trapped in a cage, both looking like they had been abused, under fed, and distraught. “How do I know this is not a trick?” I asked. “How could I have aged your parents?” he asked with a chuckle. “AI can do amazing things,” Marly stated, winning her the glare of the Rogue King.

The above is the whole story. "Don't you find the numbers 930110 familiar? You three robbed my family at eleven on September 30. It's a date I'll never forget." Nick is shocked. "You didn't lose your memory at all!" I nod with a cold smile. "If I hadn't pretended to lose my memories, you guys might have killed me long ago! I didn't expect you to covet my parents' assets after you knew I'd lost my memories. I swore to beat you three at your own game. I must avenge my parents!"

Dad was a bit better for he was born from an average family. As I spoke, I noticed that something was wrong. The audience weren't as cheerful as they were before. Many of them were still shocked while some wore disgusted expressions. I was confused. Were the pictures of my parents that frightening? I turned to find my parents faces as white as blank papers. Like they had seen a ghost. Holy shit.

It takes a while for my parents to recover from the shock after Caspian’s announcement. My mom puts her hand on her chest. Then she puts her hand over her forehead and declares, “You know what, honey? I’m glad we only have two daughters.” “Yeah,” says dad. “We should be thankful that we have at least two years to recover from this before Genevieve turns 18.” Both of them look at each other then they promptly burst out laughing. Did I tell you that my parents have the most bizarre sense of humor? I’m glad I didn’t take after them in that department. I’m glad I’m the normal one in this family.

Fearing his mental projection might be too blurred, he said with desperate conviction, "I love my parents and will do everything to honor and care for them." I scoffed and said, "Those two monsters don't deserve to be my parents." The crowd erupted again. "That's unbelievable. I've never seen such an ungrateful kid." "In those videos her parents filmed, they gave her the absolute best of everything. Yet, this is what they get in return." "I'm not going to watch this anymore. I'm voting to kill her." On the opposite side, Dad and Mom cried, but I caught a faint smile at the corner of their lips.

He finished with a soft chuckle, and despite myself, I couldn't help betraying a smile as well. "You know, my parents, they're..." He shook his thoughtfully, as though trying to think of a proper adjective to describe his parents. But in the end, he decided to go with, "they're crazy." "What?" I asked, laughing softly, and it wasn't long before he reverberated the sound. "It's true," he said, still laughing. "My parents are a crazy duo. I mean, one time when I had the rash as a kid, my dad thought putting me in the fridge would help me 'cool off.'