Mother I Crave Violence Gif Mga Nobela at Kwento

They both fell right into my trap, like rats to peanut butter. I never intended to challenge my mother, no, that would be more than she deserves. I don't want to make her suffer, or hear her screams...I just want her dead. "Ah!" Her cry of shock is loud, as is the terror on her face. As if searching for a certain sweet in a bag of candy, I route through her internal organs. The void emotion that fills me, allowing me to feel not even a flicker of anger, should be enough to stop me. But I don't, I grip my mothers spine and tear it out through her stomach.

My mother reprimanded me as she trailed off from clapping her hands and directed her attention to me. Her eyebrow raised as she traced the direction of my sight. A sly smirk emitted her face. “Such strange addiction. Well, better than drugs and alcohol, right?” I turned my attention towards my crafty mother. Her smirk was teasing and provoking. She’s always doing that. “What’s wrong, my son? You look like you’re going to murder someone.” She teased. “Do not add more fuel to my fire, mother.” I grunted. She chuckled. Of course, I’m going to murder someone. I’m going to murder a lot of men tonight.

Frozen in place, I saw my dad unleash his fury on my mom, his curses echoing: "You killed her! You deserve to die, you worthless trash!” The scene before me was all too familiar—a cycle of pain that never seemed to end. My mother’s screams, my father’s curses, the sound of flesh meeting fists—it played out like a nightmare on repeat. My bruised body ached, the marks a permanent reminder of my reality. Then, everything went silent. The chaos faded, leaving me in an eerie void. It was like floating in darkness, disconnected, watching the violence unfold in muted horror. My mind retreated, pulling me into a memory—the night it all began.

for a few seconds I see red ,my vision blurs from the anger rising inside of me. I move so close to my mother calm as I look at her beautiful blue eyes " Mother if you ever call my son a mutt again ,you not going to like my reaction I am not sure if you will survive it ,we wouldn't want you to have an accident on those grand stair case now ,would we " her eyes widen.

*Trigger Warning: Sensitive content containing physical abuse and violence* Adrian’s POV Baby Rhea looks away from her dead mother towards alpha Victor in a curious, innocent expression. Almost as if she’s wondering what sort of game her mother and him were playing with her. Alpha Victor approaches her with a fake smile on his face while his claws extend sharply. “Want to be with your mommy and daddy little one?” he asked darkly. Rhea just stared at him without saying anything, her big green eyes still shining with unshed tears like she almost felt his bad and evil intentions for her.

I can’t thank my mother enough right now. “I can see the logs turning in your head. What are you thinking?” he asked. I smiled. “Just how we will kill Orion,” I said, smirking. He laughed. “You love violence that much,” he said. “I love raining terror on people who think they are smart,” I said, staring at him.

Her eyes didn’t show fear but just fury and pain. “Never,” I said, voice like gravel, “mention my mother again.” She stared at me, unflinching. I lowered my hand but stepped closer, until our mouths nearly touched. “You think I want Maya?” I whispered, each word a knife and not caring if the other bitch was there or not. “I wouldn’t fuck her even with a borrowed dick. The only pussy I crave is yours, The only body I lose sleep over is yours. That bitch there is a ghost and you….you're the fire that burns me alive so don’t you ever doubt that ever again irrespective of whatever agreement was done in papers.”

There in the video call was my mother, her face was swollen and I could see droplets of blood coming out from it. I felt my head become hazy for a moment as my eyes broke with unshed tears, heavy, just seconds away from breaking out. "Cherry, I love you, don't give him what he wants, don't come here, it's a trap..." A slap came resounding on her face in a dirty manner which sent me screaming, more loudly than I had ever done, watching my own mother tortured over some damn device. "Fuck it, Damon fuck it, I want him dead, I want to kill him!"

His mother held a butcher knife with which she sliced the grapes when they were ripe and fresh off the vine. "I hate you so much," she sobbed, raising the knife even higher. Victor didn't realize he was making a sound, but he must have, because his mother turned to face him, her eyes like beasts, her body shaking with rage and shock, her face contorted with. Her breathing was the only sound in the room, and then it grew thicker and harder as she threw the knife on the counter.

"Don't cry on me mother. Fine,if you want this so bad then i'll go,for you." My mother is the only peron who can turn me soft, another person was close to achieving the same but instead, she cemented my fucking walls back up. But the problem is i can't seem to forget about her. I'm beginning to be obsessed with her,one taste,one taste is all it too for me to crave for another and another. I want to take and take until there's nothing left for anybody ,I want to ruin her,paint her with my fucking cum like a canvas,I want to leave my scent on her skin so that any bloody wanker stays away from her.