I Wish My Mom Was Dead Book Novels & Stories

Some had great lives, treated like actual kids, but others were treated like trash, like slaves. The day I was born, my mom had just worked 5 days straight to pay off the last of her debt so that she could spend all her money on whatever I would need. I don't know how I was born, or what happened to my mom, because my dad was gambling the day of my birth. All I know is what he told me. My mom had me with no complications. She was able to hold me, but something went wrong. She died with me in her arms. The nurses say I was quiet till she passed, then began welling out loud. They also said that my mom named me Asoka because she hoped I would be without sorrow. These were her last words, and my

She'd changed a lot, and it seemed like life hadn't exactly been smooth sailing for her. "Ruth." I had mixed feelings when I heard her address me as her mother. I didn't know what else I could say. "Mom, I'm sorry." Ruth looked anxious. She fell to her knees before me and kept apologizing. "I know I was wrong, Mom. How have you been over the years? Do you still hate me? I know I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. "Vivian's a horrible woman! Not only did she trick Dad, but she even tried to sell me to human traffickers! I was too young to know any better. Mom, can you please forgive me?"

Pressing my lips close to her ear, I whispered softly, my voice shaking with desperation, "Mom, please don't... I don't want you to die. Please, Mom. I'm begging you. Live, just live, okay?" My voice quivered, filled with a mix of fear and pleading. I wanted so badly for her to live, for her to keep going. I was already gone, I couldn't bear to see Mom follow the same path. And then, something changed. I don't know if she truly heard me or if it was just a moment of clarity breaking through her grief, but her body suddenly froze, and the syringe in her hand slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. Tears streaming down her face, she looked into the empty space around her, her voice cr

The elders always say that if wishes were horses, beggars would ride, and at that moment, I really wished that wishes were indeed horses, so that I could ride in fury and act accordingly to my imagination, cleansing the world of a human pest like Zaria. But I knew I couldn't. Not that I wasn't strong enough to drive a spoon into his neck and have him drop dead, but I wasn't willful enough. I didn't have the courage to face execution after killing him, even though my life was worthless I still held onto what mom would sometimes say to me, that I should endure all that comes my way, and for the fact that she died trying to save me I couldn't just give my life away, that would be spitting on he

I passed away on a warm, sunny afternoon. I was lying in the yard, soaking up the sun. My body felt warm, but my consciousness was slowly fading away. When I closed my eyes, I saw that woman desperately throwing herself at me. "Don’t die, Serena! Open your eyes and look at your mother! Didn’t you say you wanted to get revenge on me? Don’t you want to see me suffer, to get my punishment?" ... I thought she was so strange, but I was just too tired, too exhausted to think about anything.

Chapter 15 There are so many things I wish for in my life. I wished for my mom to be a little younger, I wished for Cassandra to stop sleeping around,I wished to have a baby without getting pregnant (which is not weird). Lastly,I always wished for Callum to love me back(now that is weird)

After three hours, I knew that I was on the verge of dying. When I was about to breathe my last, I wanted to talk to my father, but he stabbed me in the heart. He told me to talk to him after I died. Fortunately, what I swallowed before I died was of use. At some point, my aunt came in. She rushed over and seized my father’s collar before she demanded coldly, “So, Jade called you in the end? Lucius Smith, you’re worse than a monster. “She protected you with her life, but you asked her to die and even hurt her heart? My poor Jade… She must have been so sad. Are you even human?

It was the first time I wished for something from my mom. ...................................................... One more chapter to go. Don't forget to write your review about this story. Enjoy reading -T

I’d give everything to wake up from this nightmare. I feel my eyes tear up as memories start flooding inside me as we got nearer and nearer to my mom’s possible gravesite. Oh, how I wish my mom is not there. Oh, how I wish she has escaped. Oh, how I wish that I will not find her name here. Oh, how I wish that we have not gone here inside The Passion House in the first place. But all of these are just my wishes, my hope for a reality that will never exist. As we reach a soil-filled grave dedicated to her, I have come to realize that I have lost her forever.

You ruined our family. I really hope you are happy mom. Really happy. I hope Jack slits his throat the next time he shaves. I hope you cut your finger the next time you are making club sandwiches. I hope she chokes on her smoothie or dies of food poisoning. I hope I make enough money so I never have to accept help from you again. I wish daddy didn’t have to die. I wish we didn’t miss you. I wish I had my own money. I wish you never went out that morning to get us donuts, you would never have met Jack. I wish we didn’t put your happiness before ours by encouraging you to go on that date with him. The date that changed everything. Daddy might have been a bad husband to you but he was a good fa