Freeuse Mom Novels & Stories

“Mom, you can alter and erase people’s memories. Did you ever do that to me? Wait, did you ever do that to dad?” My mother shakes her head. “No, son. I have only used it a couple times when I was outside of this pack. That ability isn’t something that you should play with.” She sighs. “However, I did use it on Beta Malcolm, though, before coming here.”

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

Mom frowned and set some of the things down. “Ray, can you hear me?” Still no reply. Growing impatient, Mom reached the door to push it open. It wasn’t locked, only slightly ajar. She pushed it open wider and peered inside. In an instant, her expression froze.

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

Jace instantly froze from the counterattack. I quietly sighed in relief. Looks like I was still the better player here. The mood turned weirdly awkward, so I quickly laughed it off. "I'm not trying to seduce you, okay? Don't say scary stuff like that again... If your mom finds out, I'll lose my ten properties, and I probably won't survive in Bayford either... You know I had a rough life growing up—" "Enough!" Jace finally snapped out of my nonsense and put his cold expression back on. "Are you eating or not? If not, get out."

"Got the whole thing. It's already going in the family group chat." "Wait, there's a family group chat?" Zara asked. "Oh yeah. 'Mercer-Thompson Chaos.' Your mom, my mom, both our dads, all the siblings. It's amazing. Mostly just Sophie sending fashion memes and my mom sending immigration update texts." Kenya showed her phone. "See? Your mom just texted: 'Is my daughter behaving at the fancy party?'" Zara grabbed the phone. Mom: Is my daughter behaving at the fancy party? Aria: She's thriving. Just watched her elegantly destroy someone who deserved it. Very proud.

She smiled and said, "I'm doing well. I'm not scared of being ridiculed anymore, and I also stopped fretting over the little things. Don't worry. I'm going to live a good life on your behalf." Mom sat at the dining table and continued chatting with me as she enjoyed the food. She told me everything that happened in the last year, the latest news in the neighborhood, and her hopes for the future. Her voice was very gentle, reminiscent of sunlight on a winter day, warming my heart. I floated next to her. I looked at her smile, the dishes on the table, and the lights beyond the window. I suddenly felt as if everything I had done was worth it. I had used my life to snap Mom back to her senses. I