Mind Control Mom Novels & Stories

I’m not sure how Mom managed that, but she was the one leading the vampire mafia army. I’d tried to convince Zeke not to come but the moment I opened my mouth, I received one of the hardest slaps across my face. I hadn’t even said anything. It shook my brain and after the stars finally cleared, Zeke wasn’t even in front of me anymore. That was my answer and I didn’t bring it up again. Mom was untouchable. She’d settled a bit after killing that guy but it wasn’t enough for her to be approachable. However, some interesting characters had been showing up over the past few days, saying that she had called them here. So even she was gathering people.

“Oh yeah? What kind of family are we talking about here?” “The highly dysfunctional, intensely rigid kind,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs with practiced ease. “My dad, Mercer, is a total control freak. He and my mother divorced because he literally could not turn off his management brain. He treated our childhood vacations like high-stakes tactical deployments. I'm not even joking. He briefed us with printed maps and emergency exit strategies before a trip to Disney World. The final straw for my mom was when he tried to give her a structured quarterly performance review on their tenth wedding anniversary.”

' I felt a relief unlike any other. Damon won't be able to control Umbra. I can fight. Now I just need to find a way to get that video, any and all copies. Then I can beat the living shi.t out of him. I'll make sure to leave a physical scar the way he left one on my heart. Time seemed to catch up, as mom and Auggie began to move again. "Did you get to talk?" Mom asked, already knowing how it works. I nodded my head. "Good. Now go face your problems, and let me know when you've kicked his ass." She winked at me.

That hospital specialized in implanting chips into human bodies, turning people into controllable puppets. Their technology wasn't advanced enough to fully control a person's actions yet. But since the chip sat so close to the central nervous system that it could distort sensory signals. They could manipulate every sensation, faking or magnifying pain, heat, and cold at will. They just needed to put on a show to get exactly what they wanted. So, the whole story about Mom appearing in Claire's dreams was just a smokescreen. Every time Mom appeared in Claire's dreams, I was the one who got hurt. So why would I ever trust the people she'd left for me?

I tried not to panic but it grew harder when I could tell that this wasn't a hospital. "You're safe, you overdosed on pills." She sounded upset. It slowly came back to me, the truth of what I did, running away, taking the pills. "Oh god… oh god…" I panicked, the heart monitor sounding out louder as I tried to remove the tubes in my arm. "Stop moving. Stop!" She held my hands and stopped me from moving. My mind flashed to Mike holding me down, the same words leaving his mouth. "Get off me, get off me." I slapped her hands away, crying and weakly trying to get away. She looked confused but I didn't care, I didn't want to be touched.

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

I bought a house, got a cat, learned to invest, and finally bought the clothes I liked. I thought I had completely cut myself off from my family. However, ten years later, an unknown number shattered my peace. "Emily, it's me, Arnold. Mom had a stroke and is still in the ICU. The doctor says we need a hundred thousand dollars. Emily, you know I'm not working, and Mom put all the family's savings into some investment that went bust." "I see," I replied flatly. "'I see'? That's all you have to say? She's our mother! Do you have any conscience at all?"

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "Mom, I can't tolerate it anymore. Don't wait until tomorrow, do it now, find someone to get rid of her!" Flora patted her back, "Last time at the cemetery, that wicked woman became more cautious. We need to carefully plan this, take it slow."

Mom screeched out excitedly. “We were. However, she’s been kidnapped. She just mind linked me but somehow the connection was broken. All I could get from her was the name Jesse. But, there’s one more thing.” I paused feeling everyone’s rage at their future queen being kidnapped. “She is..” I started but as if she read my mind mother interrupted me. “Please, Alaric if you say she has my grandchild inside of her I am going to lose control.” I went to reply but I couldn’t. My mom studied my face for a second before she screamed.

He was being mind-controlled by the sound of her voice and wasn’t acting on his own consciousness anymore. My gaze stretched as I realized who she had called out. It was the same Praised Brother Cayden had flung away, the same one who had a little daughter. My heart rate shot up above average. “Natgy. Please don’t do this. Let’s figure something out. There’s absolutely no need for this!” I pleaded, my volume revealing my fear. “Stop this madness, Natgy!” My mother voiced, taking the more aggressive approach but Natgy wasn’t really paying attention to either of us.