Home Alone 2 Mother Novels & Stories

Elder Casimir began, "you have saved your mother, and for that we are grateful. However, our previous decision stands. You must leave this pack." "Enough of this bullshit," I started to say, but I was cut off by a voice from outside the door. "My son will go nowhere." Everyone turned as my mother entered the hall. She had cleaned the blood from her clothes and hands, but there was still something fierce and dangerous in her bearing. The woman who had just killed two people with her bare hands was not someone to be dismissed lightly.

Mother continued pleading with him. "I don't have any other children except the ones my wife beget for me. You are on your own Helen." The angry voice said and stormed out. I hid at the back of the door when I heard footsteps coming towards me, he must have noticed me there because he stopped and glanced over me for a second before leaving and banging the door as he left. Mother just sat at the sitting room crying, silent deep sobs that made her fragile body shake between sobs.

I saw her eyes light up when she looked at me, and it wasn't until then that I realized that my pants and underwear were all on the ground. She'd probably heard me moaning and screaming her name from outside the bathroom door earlier, and seeing me like this now, it wasn't hard for her to figure out what I'd been up to. This was too embarrassing. She was Sabrina's mom, for crying out loud! My mother-in-law! And to think that I'd been screaming her name and "threatening" to plow into her over and over again just a while ago! She'd probably put two and two together and figure out that I'd been fantasizing about her while jerking myself off.

he answered with a smile. "Thanks, dear.." "So..mum, what did the nurse say?" asked Riley, chipping in as she sat beside her mother. "Well, she just gave me some medications. I'll soon be able to join you home. I know you feel lonely all by yourself in that big house." "Yeah.. mum, it's so boring living alone," she mumbled as she took her mother's hand into hers. "Hmm..., I think I will leave now," said Lionel, interrupting their conversation.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"As for the headache, um, so far everything is tolerable up to this moment." The old man let out a crispy laugh before disengaging his hand on hers. It was then Helena turned into Chloe, smiled and cocooned her into a warm, affectionate embrace. Chloe slightly flinched because she didn't expect it. Afterwards, her mother-in-law pulled away from their hug and gaze at her. The fondness in the old woman's eyes was too sincere to withstand. Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people.

“Your mother is in danger. That’s all that should matter to you right now. You have 24 hours to decide, stay loyal to your husband, or work with me. That decision will determine your mother’s life.” And then… the video started. I didn’t even realize he had sent it until the screen lit up. My hand trembled as I hit play. It was her. My mother. Sitting alone at the nursing home. Except she wasn’t alone. He was there, right beside her. Smiling. Holding her hand like a predator comforting prey. I gasped. My heart stopped. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore. I stumbled forward, one hand clutching my chest. “No... No, no, no,” I whispered, tears welling up. “You bastard—”

I sat up straight on the couch, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. “No,” I said to myself, shaking my head. “No. That’s not—That’s not possible.” My mother didn’t argue. She didn’t panic. She just stood quietly, went to her purse, and took out two twenty-dollar bills. She handed them to me, her fingers gentle. “Go,” she said. “You need to find out.” —

She parked outside when she arrived and as she walked up to the porch, she wondered whether her parents did not feel lonely from having to live in this huge house alone with just one housekeeper. Even their cleaning and cooking were contracted out because her father did not like strangers in his home. "One can only wonder why," she muttered sarcasitcally under her breath. Because people would see the respectable police chief was a shitty husband to his wife? She met her mother at the door, and they both stepped back in surprise before her mother said, “Myra.” and stretched her arms out to hug her. Myra stared at her for a few seconds before she went into her arms.

She took one look at us and opened it a little wider, enough for me to see the firestorm waiting inside. "Do not make a noise.Get out while you still can.The bomb is going to explode in any minute." Zazu whispered urgently, her eyes darting toward the living room where my mother was pacing with the broom. I turned to flee in the opposite direction when the door of my and Zazu's shared apartment behind me burst open. "Casey Elizabeth Maxwell, don’t you dare take another step!" My mother’s voice boomed from behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing in the doorway, the broom raised like a mediaeval weapon.