Mind Control Mom Novels & Stories

Mom looked between me and Cameron before nodding politely. “Thank you, but there was obviously no need for that.” Mom tried to find her way out, but I already knew it was going to be futile. Cameron already had one hand placed on the small of her back and was guiding her out of the room. ‘You need to leave after everyone goes to sleep.’ I mind-linked her. ‘Don't worry, I will.’ I was always thankful that mind-link worked between parents and children, regardless of pack boundaries. ********** MAGGIE'S POV

Oscar's eyes made contact with me silently then with her, she nodded and she looked at Raymond and the result was the same. We stayed. Mom claps happily as she steps away and leaves her jacket in the corner of the warehouse, then she ties her hair in a high ponytail and starts humming a song. She orders her men to bring water and they pour it on the five men from head to toe just as they did with us. One of Mom's men holds a remote control in his hands, before giving it to Mom and she presses it without hesitation. Can I? Oscar asked Mom. Mom watches Oscar without saying anything for a few minutes before she gives him a sweet smile, and deposits the remote in his hands Oscar doesn't hesitate

, Daxon thundered in my head and I rolled my eyes at him. "I thought I blocked you out?", I sighed into the mindlink. "We need to go and get mate! We need to talk to mate, we need to hold mate! I don't want to be away from her any longer. Don't make me forcefully take control, Adrian, it will not be good for everybody", he growled threateningly in my head and I mentally face palmed myself. I was about to reply him when I felt Mom trying to mindlink me. "Adrian Lucas Woods!!! I need you back at the house now!!", She yelled in my head and I groaned. This is the second time Mom will get angry at me today. You're having fun, Selene?

Madchen’s entire body began to tremble. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. Any second now, she would completely melt down, giving over to the one thing she had fought so hard to contain. Soon she would be nothing but a heap of bundled nerves on the floor. Soon, everyone would see her for what she really was, a pathetic loser, as her meth head mother called her, a waste of space and food.

I swipe to her text and click reply. My fingers tremble against the keypad. Can I really do this? The memory crosses my mind; every time she tried to dictate my life for me, and control me. I type my reply. ROSE: Do your worst, Mom. If ruining me will finally bring you peace. I'm not scared of you anymore. And just like that, I'm finally ready to fight the one woman that's controlled my whole life.

To her, Ken was the antidote to the man who ruined me. “Ken, could you excuse us? I’d like to speak with my daughter.” Mom moved with a grace that felt engineered, every step a testament to the wealth and elegance she wore like armor. She was a vision of everything I dreamed of being, cool, collected, and untouchable. I doubted my father could even stand in her light anymore without being blinded. Ken nodded and slipped out. Mom didn't wait. She reached into her pocket and dropped a small tube onto the desk. It rattled against the wood.

My mom had once said that she wished she only had one daughter, always claiming that when she gave birth to me, she had given me extra brain cells, which meant Chloe ended up with fewer. Was she planning to give my brain to Chloe? Mr. Morrison tried to comfort us. "The bracelet is now broken, and the bracelet belonging to the person who was controlling you is broken, too. She'll pay the price for this." My grandmother panicked. "What kind of price? No matter what, she's still my daughter!" She quickly called my mom. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

“Dan,” I called out, trying to sit well. I was already so uncomfortable with the chair I was on, but I just had to manage the discomfort. “We really have to be smart about this. You know how influential my mom is. She gets whatever she wants, no matter what. I mean, she’s the kind of woman who can turn a simple company meeting into something she controls completely.” “Yeah,” Dan replied, nodding in approval. “I know exactly what you mean. Your mom, she’s powerful. She’s used to getting her way. No one can stop her when she sets her mind to something.”

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.