How To Annoy Your Mom Novels & Stories

It takes me less time even possible to get my mom out of this damn place; we book a place at a local bed and breakfast where we have a light dinner before she turns in for the night. I decide to message Ava. “Hey.” Fuck can I not come up with something better. Rather than send something else stupid, I wait for her to reply. I wait. And wait. Mom said I must irritate her. So I send her another message, “Did you bite your tongue off?” I wait. And wait. Then another, “You the most stubborn woman in the world.” I wait. And wait. “Are you seriously going to make me beg?” As I am about to give up, my phone lights up, “Hey. Do you think we can talk when we back?”

I heard her yell away from the phone, “MOM! DAD! GRANDPA! RICHARD’S BRINGING HIS GIRLFRIEND HOME!” “EMILY!” I nearly shouted, but she was already laughing. “Oh, this is amazing. Grandpa’s gonna lose it. You know how much he complains about you never settling down.” I heard muffled voices in the background—my mother’s surprised tone, my dad’s deep chuckle, and then— “Did he finally stop fooling around and find a good woman?” Grandpa. I dropped my head back against the couch, groaning. “Emily. Put Mom on the phone. Now.”

“The woman told you what she thought of this marriage. You still went against her, sure, we are going to consider accepting that. But do not press on her more than you already have.” I nodded, taking a step back, knowing not to argue with mom right now. If she was angry, then it was often best to leave her to calm down before I’ve properly spoken to her. For now, she was going to keep doing her best to annoy me, and I wasn’t going to be foolish as to upset her.

I hated my mom’s weakness and being petty, but when I faced power and unfairness, I reacted just like she would. I silently lowered my head again and tried to act like I did not care. I hoped that would make the burning stares go away.

I ask, almost choking, "How? Why? No!" "You have to," Diory presses just to annoy me and I really feel like throwing something at her stupid annoying face but I know if I do anything it's just going to make everything worse, so I settle for raising my middle finger at her, "Laurent is giving me the finger. I feel assaulted.” "Shut your mouth and eat," my mom blurts out, not paying her any mind. I almost crack a smile, "Your father is right, Laurent, I think it's the least you can do."

“Mom... you literally said you didn’t blame him.” “I don’t,” she answered immediately. Then she crossed her arms. “But I’m still annoyed.” Dad coughed suspiciously beside her, clearly trying not to laugh. “And making him run errands might improve my mood.” That was when I finally understood. My mother was upset. Very upset. She just handled it differently than Dad. Dad exploded loudly. Mom preferred passive revenge through inconvenience. Like forcing Zephyr to suffer through shopping trips. Honestly? The thought almost made me laugh.

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sweetie, why would you say that?” “She hates me,” I whined. “No, she doesn’t! She’s your mate!” my mom exclaimed. I looked up at her, clearly frustrated. “Mom, you didn’t hear how she spoke to me last night. She looked at me like I was an annoying fly buzzing around her, one she couldn’t shake off!” I slumped further in my chair, feeling sorry for myself. My mom had a small smile playing on her lips. It seemed like she was enjoying my misery a bit too much.

How did I get here? Mom looks at me in disbelief. “Is that what you have to say to us after disappearing for more than a week and refusing to take our calls? What in heaven's name are you thinking? You think you are all grown up now you can do whatever you want!?” Yelling. Shouting. Insulting. Those were the only things she knew how to do. I shut my eyes to block her out. So annoying. Everyone and everything is annoying. “Stop it.

my mother blurted out. "I said no, Mom. How can you even say that I am whining?? Please leave me alone. I don't want to go and I don't want to talk to you or anyone. Just leave me alone!!" I shouted, my voice becoming louder and more agitated because my mom was beginning to annoy me. What does she mean by "I should get over it??" Aaarrrggghhh!! Parents!!

not letting her to move even an inch. "Mom, I am sorry... please don't be mad at your Marry. I will talk to him at university and will apologize (no i will not) ok? Happy now? My sweet sweet mumma Please make me coffee? please...." I said as I nuzzled my face into her neck , intentionally tickling her and making her giggled. I know how to win her heart . Just a warm hug and a fit of giggles , and she is no longer angry at me.