Misery Parents Guide Novels & Stories

So they let him be. You would think my mother would go back to her people, to her pack, to wherever she belonged, but you would be wrong. My mother was an outcast. A rogue wolf. And she couldn’t return home. And just like my father fell in love with her… she fell in love with him. And then they had me. A mistake, according to everyone else. “Get up, you filth!” my aunt roars, dragging me back to reality before kicking me in the stomach.

Because of his support, I had the confidence to do what I wanted. Marissa, after several more rounds of beatings, finally begged our parents for mercy. Despite being on her knees with tears and snot trailing down her face, despite throwing away all dignity as she pleaded with them, our parents still scolded her. They called her ungrateful and berated her for not knowing her place.

“What about your parents?” She scoffed, rolling her teary eyes. “They? They just said kids would be kids; they said, ‘So long as I know I am beautiful. I should ignore their words.” Christy leaned back in her seat, staring at the ceiling. “It became worse, and one person made it like life’s mission, vision, and goal to make my life as miserable as she could. And there was nothing I could do. I went to a rich, fancy school for rich, fancy parents’ kids. Like hell, I was sitting side by side with celebrity kids.”

“In his way, he would protect them fiercely.” “That’s not what I asked,” I replied, eyes narrowing. She met my gaze, and I could see the truth before she spoke. “They would grow up watching their father destroy their mother. Learning that power is possession, fear is respect, love is control. They would become him or they would break under his shadow.” The words confirmed what I had feared. My child deserved better than a father who was a monster. “There’s something else,” Maris whispered, reaching into her bag and pulling out a small vial of clear liquid.

I stared at him and destroyed the last of his denial. “Listen carefully. “Your parents were on a classified mission. After receiving their first-class medals, they took a cruise home. “And when they were trapped inside that sinking hull, with no way out, they watched their own son abandon them for his so-called best friend. “You didn’t just let them die, Adrian. “You broke their hearts first.” His eyes moved to the portraits stained with red paint. Then to the ashes scattered across the floor. All the color drained from his face. He couldn’t believe it.

His face was filled with a kind of malice that didn’t belong on a five-year-old child. I couldn’t understand how a child that young could say something like that. What baffled me even more was that Ms. Zeller actually let out a soft laugh from the side. “All right, all right. Kids say silly things. Besides, Harvey isn’t exactly wrong. “And his grandfather is the richest man in our city. This is a high-end kindergarten. To put it bluntly, ordinary families like yours are only embarrassing yourselves by staying here.” Ms. Zeller clicked her tongue. Her tone sounded almost like she was giving me kind advice.

the pain and fear in his eyes hunted me, i stood still on shaky legs, the box was able to block me from the view of the hunters and demons that came for us. earlier this day Adam and i were making cake when we heard mom blood curling scream, Adam made sure to hid my 12 years old figure promising to be back before heading to the direction of mom scream. he never came back instead i watched as he and mom was murdered. “Mia you look like you just saw a ghost or more like demon, whats wrong?” Chase said. worry finding a place on his face. i still recall the emptiness of Adam once warm brown eyes.

Brandon would comfort me and say, “Don’t be afraid. When you’re older, I’ll bring you to visit them.” When we grew up, he had forgotten his promise. I had once begged him when we got married. “Can you accompany me to visit my parents? Please? He only frowned and complained that I was being annoying. He said that I did not deserve to visit my parents. Thinking about it, my father’s nameless grave must be overgrown with weed. … “I’ll go to Doe City in a few days’ time. You should look into the recent drug cases.” Nate nodded and asked hesitantly, “Brandon, are you really not going to look for Wren? After all, she has treated us…”

“You sold this family’s main source of income. Along with all your other assets, and in the space of a single year. All for a series of cheap thrills in your own lost casino. Impressive, really.” My words are harsh, I know they are, but they’re the truth. Better to face harsh truths than tell each other sweet lies. Because despite how fall they’ve fallen, despite the true idiocy of their decisions, I love my parents and they love me. The Biaos will weather this together—somehow. I turn and pass them both coffees. They take them gratefully, blowing at the hot liquid, and I make a mental note to check that they actually know how to use the damn machine. Seriously, how can anyone be so helpless

She opened the door with one of the fakest smiles I have ever seen. "Come out and meet Maya. Also her daughter, Daphne." I rubbed my eyes and walked behind her with my hands in my pocket. Daphne smiled at me shyly while Maya's face remains expressionless. I can't believe I'm saying this... but my dad left my mom... for her? I nod at Maya and let my hand out to shake hers. She stares at my hand and decided to look away. R u d e. "Hi, Audrey." My father nods his head. "This is—"