Mom Pov Darla Novels & Stories

Little Darla blushed at me. I turned to my parents and shot them with a confused look but they didn't even notice me. If I wouldn't be mistaken, she looked at most fourteen, anime blue eyes, red thin lips, not petite but small body, small ears, small everything… it was child abuse. "I am very sorry to ask this but uhm… how old is little Darla?" Her mother giggled loudly accompanied with snorts. "Oh excuse my manners, I am so sorry." The rest of her family joined in on the laughter and I was left wondering what comedy I acted for them.

The phone buzzes again. I grit my teeth, annoyed at the interruption. I’m already pissed, already on edge, and the last thing I need is another pointless message from him. I grab my phone, ready to tell him exactly what I think, to finally put an end to whatever game he’s trying to play. But the moment my eyes land on the words, my breath catches in my throat. “Darla crashed the party.” Everything around me fades. The room, the hum of my computer, the exhaustion pressing down on me—it all disappears in an instant.

Darryl was not bothered by what Kendall did. He was in a good mood as he traveled with Debra and Jewel. Suddenly, Jewel thought of something and had a sad look in her eyes. "Mister Darryl, I think it’s anniversary of your mother's death." A few years ago, Young Master Dixon attacked the Carter family and murdered Darryl’s mother, Luna, and Jewel was there when it happened. Darryl was the closest to Jewel and saw his parents like hers. She never forgot the day Luna was murdered.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.