Mother I Crave Violence Gif Novels & Stories

"Can't you talk, Should I force you or should I just cut off your non-functioning tongue so you don't have to talk forever!" Challenging her, my eyes looked at her without fear and said, "Your son is a monster disturbing my world. He doesn't deserve to live!" "And do you deserve to live when your life is in my hands now, say it beautiful." She smiled sinisterly until her jugular veins bulged. Her and left my chin but the tips of her nails scratched my skin, stinging. Her hatred was visible in her sharp eyes. I can't deny a mother's hatred for the murderer of her child.

“Your mother was probably a bigger b*tch than me.” He slapped her again and Marlie nodded. “Y-Yeah…go ahead…kill me…” Because in truth, that was what she wanted…it was too hard to do it her f*cking self. More tears dripped down her cheeks, her teeth now bared to him in a grin. “You’re a werewolf…but you slap like your mother…ha ha…you slap like a f*cking b*tch.” “That’s it…I’m f*cking killing you.”

I just need to get back as much strength as possible, because right now, I feel faint. Mother smiles, dark and cruel. “Then you’re never going to see Kastriv again.”

Craig added fuel to the fire. “What kind of mother is she anyway?”

she cried, voice hoarse and desperate. I carried her to the bed and threw her down on her back. Before she could even catch her breath, I grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs wide and back toward her head, and folded her in half. Then I drove back inside, pounding her mercilessly in a deep mating press. The sound was obscene — loud, wet squelching mixed with skin slapping violently. Her tits bounced wildly. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her cheeks as I destroyed her pussy. “Too deep— ahhh! Daddy, it hurts!” she sobbed, but her walls clamped down on me like a vice, gushing fresh wetness.

With my approval, he had recorded everything. I then got him to upload the footage online. I did not just want Amelia and Emerald to face legal consequences, but I also wanted them to experience complete social ruin! The footage went viral. [Mother-in-law exaggerated 8,800-dollar wedding gift as 880,000 dollars.] [Bride kicks the groom until he is paralyzed.] The footage quickly shot up to become a trending topic. Within hours, millions of furious netizens discussed it. “My god, this is insane! Are they even humans?”

She never liked her and always called her a gold digger. I know Mother manipulated me and fueled my doubts about Roslyn. But I'm seeing the truth now. She never understood Roslyn. I was blind and foolish. I let Mother's poison consume me. I shouldn't have listened to her lies and her toxic whispers. I'll protect Roslyn from Mother's venom this time. Why did I let Mother control me? Why did I doubt Roslyn's love? I see now that Mother's hatred stemmed from her own insecurities. I won't make the same mistake again. Roslyn deserves my loyalty. I envision us rebuilding our lives together, free from Mother's toxic influence. Roslyn, smiling, laughing, and loving me again. Children, a family, a fu

"Who was that girl? You skip your classes, fail school, and hang around girls? Is that why you came here? Is that how truly useless you are?" My anger ticks, and I clench my jaw. "Why do you care so much? You’ve never cared about me. Not in years, so why are you starting? Why do you care that I’m failing my classes and ruining my chances of any possible future? And yes, I am useless. I’ve always been to you, haven’t I? I’m useless, and I’m a failure for a son. You’ve always regarded me as that, so why do you suddenly care, Mother?"

The picture of her and my mother sitting on her dresser infuriated me the more. You can’t be a backstabbing bitch and still pretend to care. She’s not worthy to have my mother’s picture anywhere close to her! I grabbed the picture and smashed it on the dresser, shattering the picture frame. The destruction did nothing to soothe the anger boiling inside me. I picked up the picture and glared at it before picking up the fountain pen mum gifted her for Christmas last year. Focusing on her face, I ripped the picture, stabbing her face repeatedly until the muscles in my arm gave out.

She was using my best friend to kill me but I still didn't understand what the hell was going on nor why it was happening. My mother had never been one to use violence. She was always wanting to avoid a fight by any means necessary. She was the calmer one of my family but something had happened to her and she wasn't that woman anymore. She was rejoicing at the idea of violence and death. I used the last of my strength to crawl over to my mother and I stood up the best I could before I threw myself at her body and sent her flying backwards against the window seat. I noticed her move her hand to the back of her head and, when she brought it back round, I smelt rather than saw that it was cover