Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

She'd even sworn that Elliot would love her no matter what she looked like. And now? She had literally turned into the one person Elliot had always wanted most, his own mother. Yet, here he was… doing everything he could to drive her away. I couldn't resist stirring the pot. "Elliot, how can you say that? She's your beloved Diana and your mom. That's two of your favorite people rolled into one. Shouldn't you like her even more now?" Her face twisted in fury. One would even suspect she could hear my conversation with the system as she spat, "I knew it. You're the one behind all of this! Amber Loft, who were you talking to just now?

she asked softly. No answer. Just a sigh. Then— “You need to leave that house immediately,” her mother said firmly. “Before you ruin your sister’s life completely.” The call ended. Grace slowly lowered the phone. Her hands shook. Her breathing uneven. Joan paused from where she stood in the hallway, watching quietly. Listening. Observing. Everything. Grace let out a small, broken laugh. Then covered her mouth as a sob escaped. “I’m really alone…” she whispered. Her hand moved to her stomach again.

She knocked, and Mark opened the door. "Hey Mark. How are you doing?" "l am doing fine Mandy, and you?" "l am doing great! Are you home alone?" Mandy asked, with her eyes wandering to see if their mother will come to the door. "Yes Mandy, | have been home alone for two days now" Mandy's eyes widened with shock. "What! Two days? Why? And where is mother?" "| have no idea where she went to. My father came to see her and they both left. | haven't seen her

Her mother came close to them and swiftly removed his hand from hers and glared at them. “You don't have the right to hold her hand. ” she said. “Then why don't you do it?” asked King. She glared more at him and back away. And he glared back. “You won't?” he said sneering. Sheila looked at her mother and asked, “Mom, I heard that we had a security camera in our house right?” Her mother backed away slightly and said......

Talia walked faster away from the scene that reminded her of everything she did and will never have. Opening the door with her spare key, Talia walked inside the deserted single-space apartment that she and her mom rented for quite some time now. She went straight to the kitchen only to find a mountain of bills on the table. With the way they were scattered, Talia knew that her mother locked herself up again inside their restroom.

I can hear my voice wobbling and I hate myself for letting this woman get to me, but she scares the hell out of me. “Don’t touch my daughter, you can do whatever you want to my son, but you stay away from my daughter”. She storms off. ‘I can do whatever I want with her son?’ why would she say that? Maybe he is Daniels after all. Why does everything have to be so complicated, it’s like I can never catch a break. *

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

"You're so pathetic. Divorced and still squatting here? Joe told me he never loved you. Said just looking at you makes him sick." I was about to pack my things when Joe's mom, Claudia Caire, walked in. "Vera, the guest room is available," she said. Hailey practically glowed with victory. Claudia, as always, had her own agenda. She turned to Hailey, her tone serious. "Since you'll be living in my house, you'll handle all the household chores. I'm up at five, so breakfast better be ready by then." Then she glanced back at me. "Hailey's new. Teach her our routines when you can."

"How could you do this to us? What have I ever done wrong? Where did I go wrong to have given birth to such a horrible and vicious daughter like you? I don't want to live anymore!" Mom screamed before rushing over to the table to bash her head against the corner. Everyone quickly held her back. Isaac's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me. "Irene Sherman! Are you happy only if you completely destroy and tear the family apart like this?" Meanwhile, Mom kept trying to kill herself, and the rest of the family hurriedly brought her out of the room.

I could feel my body recovering some of its strength—stirring slightly, lifting just a bit. Back in my room, I remembered how Arielle had been waiting for me in this very bed every night. Now it was empty. And so was I. I lay down, feeling restless and sour inside. Just then, my doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door. Arielle's mother was standing outside. She wore a black set of sexy lingerie, her slender waist framing a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings—long, straight, and impossibly alluring.