I Wish My Mom Was Dead Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I followed the man and they made their way into a chamber It was a room filled with memories of dead people Thened with all the craziness in the world, Was my mom dead, or was she killed, The journey I made just to meet her would be in vain because she was dead? Several things and words ran through my mind. I had to confirm why they brought me there. " Why are we here?" I asked. "Isn't it obvious because your mom is dead?" He replied and I couldn't get my head to come to terms. I was running riot in my mind why? Why did she have to die? And immediately I set the whole place on fire without thinking twice I made them feel my world rage and I burnt the old man until he became ash scared the ot

"Are you really going to watch your mother die?" The longer she talked, the steadier she became. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly where my weakness was. She was right. If my mother hadn't died on that operating table, I might have given in. However, she had thrown away the only leverage she had. I drove my foot into Diana's stomach. She slammed into the TV with a loud crash. "My mother's condition no longer matters to me. "All I want now is your life." I raised the knife and stepped toward her.

I wanted to go home safe with mom so bad. Yet, no one listened to my wish. My mom was killed right in front of me. They're trying to r*pe her, but she keeps on fighting back that they ended killing her. That's the time when I lose all hope, and just wanted to follow my mom. When they couldn't get what they want from my mom, I got their attention. They also tried to do the same thing they wanted to do to my mom, but the police came with my dad catching his breath.

the book she held, her mother’s book, fell to the ground as Robert exerted force on her slender wrist. "Agh..." she screamed and Robert slightly retrieved. “This was my mother’s book..." Izzy finally said, her voice breaking with every word, "She’s gone. And you...” her voice rose, the anger finally spilling over. Robert pulled himself back and let her wrists go, still speechless. Her mother's book...! “You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone. You’re a monster, Mr. Erickson. A cold, heartless monster!” She yelled.

Blake Pov My mother is dead... All these years, I have bashed her name for leaving me with a monster, for allowing me to grow up in torment and misery as she lived an easy life away from me. But all those horrible moments with Dad and the others were not her fault... She wanted me, but she was taken away from me. I wished it was the other way around, now that I have found out the truth. I wish she was alive and living well, instead of this because then I would still have a chance to meet her and be with her.

Colton asked. “When they killed me, I was supposed to be dead. I wasn't supposed to be alive,” she answered. “Not supposed to be alive?” Colton asked in confusion. “But you are here now.” “Yes,” Mom nodded and began to recount her story, “When I died, I was supposed to be that - dead. I wasn't supposed to be reborn, nor was I supposed to be saved like your father.” So, how did Mom become Witch Lily, who also died?

The one with power. The one someone feared. The one worth killing. I sank into my mother's chair, clutching the journal. Outside, the sun climbed higher. Inside, I learned exactly why I had to die. And exactly how I was going to make sure I lived instead. TO BE CONTINUED...

My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel. ... I knew I was finally going to die. So I called my family. My mom answered. She was in the middle of a face mask, her voice muffled and edged with impatience. “What is it now, Elena?”

Vivian shrieked, pointing a trembling finger in my direction. "She hated your mom. So she teamed up with the kidnappers and set everything up so you'd misunderstand, so that you'd end up—" Vivian cut herself off when she saw the look in Josiah's eyes, like he might tear her apart. "My mom had tens of millions in her accounts. How could they even kill her?" Josiah muttered, half to Vivian, half to himself. "If they wanted ten million, she could've paid it with a flick of her finger…"

I shake my head first, then nod into his shoulder, which is probably as confusing as how Maths teachers will teach you the simplest things, then for homework you'd have to become Pythagoras. I have always hated that about Maths, so I make it simple. "She was. But she's dead." If I proved to Chideziri that I am his ancestor, reincarnated from 1856, he wouldn't have jerked so sharply. He glimpses the skyline—purely purple—stares at the darkened heavens, curses under his breath. I chuckle into his shirt, though there isn't anything remotely amusing about that truth. It's as though each time I say it, each time I tell another person that Mom is dead, she's less and less likely to show up at the