Mom Mother Trolls Novels & Stories

Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man. “You’ll be sorry if anything happens to Bryan!” She cocked her head back and yelled at me. I could barely recognize Mom with the menacing look on her face. “Mom! Are you sure he loves you? Why did he hit on me then?” I yelled back, finding it hard to breathe. “You’re just jealous that I stole your crush. You’re young. Time is on your side to find someone new, but it’s not often I get to find love again.” Mom held Bryan in her arms, her heart going out to him.

Mom is still staring at the tent my cock is making in my swimsuit. "Mmm. You guys are a good team," Lilly says, "you could market this." Abruptly, Mom stands up, wiping her hands on her thighs. "Okay, I think you'll do. I'm going in the house. I've had a long day. I'll see you guys in a little while," Mom says all in one breath. Her face is flush and her nipples are hard, as she scurries across the patio and into the house.

"Now you know why I am doing this, right? Just because I don’t live here anymore means that I don’t give a damn to the things you do outside this house. I care for all of you and if something happens, how would I feel about it?" When I questioned them, they looked like kids being scolded by their mother. They’re all grown-ups but they were a walking disaster! At their age, they were so stubborn. When our mom died, they promised to listen to me at all times. "Dad, can you talk to Cassie? I think she’s enjoying tormenting us," Marcus complained. "Enough! You should all be grateful that she still cares for us. She’s not just your sister, but the next Luna of our pack," Dad scolded him.

That only made him smile at her more lovingly. He shook his head and asked her why she called him all of a sudden. "The trolls. I wiped out almost all of them but there is still a number of them which escaped into the wild lands. A small number-" "But they can return. With a bigger number." She nodded at this. "I wanted to ask if you could create that explosion again. The one you did with my mother." "She's too weak Little Flower, I can't make her do that again," blood rushed up to her cheeks as she heard the nickname again.

Omar reached up to touch the bottom eyelid of his mother’s face. “Do I still look like an alien?” Amy giggled while steering the armored truck over to the far right lane when she saw the coast was clear. “No, you don’t look like an alien. You look like a pretty lady with fire coming out of her eyes,” Omar stated through a wondrous smile while gazing up at his mom intently and studying her eyes. The little boy felt like he was looking up at a group of fireflies trying to escape from between his mother’s eyelids.

“A monster lives in there. Half her face is melted off. She eats the thorns from the roses so she can spit them at people, stabbing them in the neck to slice their throats open until they bleed out and die.” O…kay. Somehow, I’d stumbled across one of the children of the corn. Nice. Lifting my eyebrows, I drew my own step in reverse. Time to retreat. “Dude, that’s gruesome.” Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. He gave a serious nod. “It’s true. My mom’ll tell you she’s real too.” “Oh yeah?” Relieved he wasn’t claiming he’d sprouted from Satan’s cabbage patch but instead actually had a mother, I glanced around for this wise, all-knowing parent of his. Maybe she co

“Will you buy me some cream cake?” Tally smirks, “I will, however, you should say that I’m beautiful too.” She said, she still can’t move on to what happened earlier. “Err-, I think you are beautiful too but not like my mom.” Clyde hesitantly replies to her, making Tally scoff. “Tsk, still keeping your loyalty to your mom. Let’s go, maybe if I buy him many cream cakes, he will finally be considered that I’m more beautiful than you.” She jokingly said again.

“They are somewhat resistant to pain, being made out of mud.” “Couldn’t you use God’s ability on them.” “We could and we have. To little effect, unfortunately. His ability isn’t very useful on subjects who don’t say anything.” I was starting to get desperate. At this rate I’d be deep inside Monsterland before I came up with a legitimate excuse not to go. “The trolls are obviously the key.” The key to what? I had no idea. “Get them to talk. They love a good chinwag. The ones we met wouldn’t shut up.”

I hadn't realized my grandmother knew everyone here. A troll stepped forward first. "Ariel was an honorable woman, at least according to my mother, the great Esther. My mother spoke fondly of a time when she and Ariel had been sent on a scouting mission together many, many years ago. It was early morning and the mist lined the valley below so they couldn't see anything farther than a foot in front of them. They spotted a group of rogue trolls during the night and wanted to make sure they weren't causing trouble. So they were on edge.

THE HOLLANDS' MANSION Lian pulled the car in front of the mansion and rushed out to meet their mum. "Mum..! Mum..! Lian called " Rosita..! Rosita..! Are you here? That both called out simultaneously All the workers and Mad.Flora came out to meet them. "Son, what's going on? Why are you two here?" Mad.Flora asked "Mum, we can't find Rosita. Is she here?" Clifford replied "What! I have not seen nor heard from her the whole of today." Mad. Flora answered