Mother From Bates Motel Novels & Stories

I fall to the ground seeing the metal baseball bat in my mom's right hand, she brings it up then down on my left side. "NO PLEASE" I scream out as load as I can. I can still hear Liam calling out my name as she brings the bat down again and again. I have to get help but I can't move so I do what I have to do and yell out to Liam. "CALL THE POLICE" I scream as my mom brings the bat down again and again this time I know she will kill me if she gets the chance. 🔷🔷🔷 Dante King

I met Mom's gaze and asked calmly, "Is this how you treat your own daughter?" "Shut up! You're a bastard! Who do you think you are to be my daughter? You should look in the mirror and see what you really are! If I had a daughter, she'd be like Annie, not you—a little brat!" Her hatred ran deep. Even though I said I would stop caring, her words still made my heart ache with discomfort. The venue fell silent as everyone listened to Mom's insults. Aunt Monica remained quiet, and Annie looked at me with pity. Only Uncle Zach frowned, trying to calm Mom down.

"And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?" Tony tilted his head, pretending to think, before pointing sharply at Samantha. "A homewrecker! Ms. Yates is a homewrecker who's ruining Mommy and Daddy's relationship!" The commotion grew even louder. Samantha broke out in a nervous cold sweat. With that kind of mental fortitude, she wanted to be my son's mother? Pathetic. "Ms. Yates, would you like to explain?" When called out, Samantha flinched like a startled bird. Perhaps to save what was left of her dignity, she clutched her chest and began to cry. Tears streamed down her face in a pitiful display that would tug at anyone's heartstrings.

I felt it. I watched for hours. No one came in. No one left. Lights flickered behind boarded windows. Shadows moved. I caught glimpses of women—older, sharp-eyed, commanding. One of them had to be her mother. Another looked like she ran the place with military precision. But no Kat. I couldn’t get close. Not yet. So I left. Found a rundown motel off Route 9. Neon sign flickering like it was dying slow. Room smelled like mildew and regret. I didn’t care. I needed a place to think. To plan.

"What name?" "Cole." He shrugged. "Might've been real, might not. People pay cash, I don't ask." He scratched his jaw. "Tall woman. Fifties. Looked like she'd been walking. Didn't look frightened, if that's what you're asking, and people usually do." Cole. Nineteen years of walking backwards across a continent and she'd checked into a motel two days ago under her own name. Maya stood in the middle of room fourteen and understood, with total clarity, that her mother had stopped hiding.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

I understand you don’t want to speak to me ever again, but I’m here if you need me–Your Mother, Martha Bates Thomas,’ She put a number with it and an email. Becky didn’t know what she was about to do with this. It blew away her mind from this news. When did her father start gambling? Why and how did Ivan not live up to their bargain? Did it really matter to her now, after all these years? Becky noticed how her mother failed to mention her failure as a mother to protect and support her daughter. She wondered if that part would ever come, and did she want to go through all that again to find out?

No ma, I didn't know the hospital" Jake retorted, "Liar, you didn't know the hospital, but someone was trying to trace the woman that was taking care of Betty and her friend to the hospital, If It's you please let my daughter be, leave her alone, and If anything should happen to my daughter, you will be hold responsible" Betty's mom said, "The bullets have been recovered, and Investigation Is still going on the case, don't worry, I will make sure nothing happened to her" Jake said, "If anything should happen to any of my daughters, I will sell all what have to finance your death, and your parents will finance your burial" Betty's mom said,

Oh dear Lordy, the serpents are loose in the garden. 3 Even with the heat cranked up in the Blazer, Katie still shivered. The little girl opened the glove compartment and removed her dead mother’s winter scarf, smelling it before wrapping it absently around her neck. She stared out her window as Richard drove. It was time to go. Get their shit gathered and go to the motel. Scatter the ashes and get out of this town. Enough. There was a car parked in front of the Deadmond home, so Richard swung into the driveway alongside the house. He walked Katelyn up to the door and knocked twice before going in. George put Blondie into the backyard and came from the kitchen, stood beside him in the foyer.

Her face is tight with pain and anger, my beautiful bride has a mission, and whomever is responsible better pray to the god they have, because my wife won’t stop until she has avenged her friends, our family. Batt “Well, that was interesting, how do we not know of these people?” I rub my hand over the back of my neck and start to pace, something isnt adding up, someone is fucking with me and my family, and I’m starting to get pissed. “My money is on Agatha for this. I’m beyond positive that she is behind this, now that I know for a fact that he existed and your parents knew him.” Matt says as he walks over to the table picking up my mothers journal. “There is so much in here that I cannot pl