Mind Control Mom Novels & Stories

Our eyes met. A mischievous glint appeared in her gaze. "Mom is only doing this for your own good," she said sweetly, her voice carrying down the corridor. "You should really listen to your elders more, Caleb. We only want what's best for you." I had to suppress a smile. Little minx. She was deliberately provoking him now that she knew I was watching. Caleb took the bait completely. "I'll make my father dump you sooner or later!" he snarled, stepping toward her aggressively. "You're nothing but a temporary replacement. A placeholder. The moment he tires of you, you'll be thrown out like the trash you are!"

Eve had referred to the power as a subtle art, and for the most part it was true. A Mind Worker did not compel a person to do what their very nature disagreed with. It was a violation of the ability, one any who attempted usually paid for dearly. But my mother did not seem to care. She was possibly the most powerful with the ability to ever exist, and as her words turned breathier, even as blood started to gush out of her nose and the whites of her eyes turned red as the vessels in them burst—even as all of these things happened, she did not stop.

Several even offered me the position of CEO. With the extensive connections and resources I had accumulated over the years, any company hiring me would certainly benefit greatly. I carefully screened through my options before finally deciding on a top company in the industry, and with that, I began my new life. On my very first day at work, Yelena called me. "Carter Chance, why the hell didn't you inform me the moment my mom died? I'm her biological daughter! What gave you the right to handle her funeral affairs without my knowledge or permission?

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

My mother said that as soon as she regained her mana, she went here to treat me but did she somehow overuse her mana yesterday “Mom did she fell unconscious?” “No, she didn't but all of her power are used by helping you and her father be treated. Her powers are not you're not yet fully controlled and she haven't used it for the meantime since there are no situation needing that. Poor child... her mana are wasted by saving this dumb idiot son of mine” “Mom” I called her name as she tried to tease me but then she just again move her hand towards the direction of my head which makes me cover it

"We are so close! You are being incredibly small-minded, as usual. If my plan works, your little bioweapon won't even be a fraction as powerful as what Soraya will become!" My father didn't even blink. He shoved past her, his boots heavy against the floor. "A weapon we can actually control is better than a wild Queen we can't," he snapped back. He looked up at his men. "Keep going! Separate them now!" "You think you’re the only one in this pack with power?" my mother hissed, her voice dropping into something dangerous and cold. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone. "Come in." Within seconds, the door was flooded again, I guessed they were my mom's men.

“She’s been paying people to help her cheat and buying devices to sneak answers into her exams. It’s right there.” Bessie stared at me in disbelief. Her lips quivered, but no sound came out. Meera was so furious that she raised her hand to slap me. She stumbled past me as I stepped aside. “Ron, have you lost your mind? She is your daughter! Are you so determined to destroy her that you can’t rest until it’s done?” “It’s exactly because she’s my daughter that I have to make sure she understands that doing something like this is wrong.” My expression hardened as I looked at Bessie.

narrated Sumico with her fractionally gazing stare. “Yeah… Yeah… I know that you’ve been really intoxicated underneath his charm and attraction. Mom hopes that you’ll get married with him soon. Before the day of your marriage, perhaps Mom will bring you to our familiar psychic,” suggested Mrs. Yulia Kammal while frying some green vegetables. “That middle-aged, queer, strange and unmarried lady? For what, Mom? I think she’s somewhat horrible with all her queer and not understandable words as well as behavior.” Sumico was reasonably horrified.

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come