Mother I Crave Violence Gif Novels & Stories

I just dreamed of kissing the real person. I'm still checking that status. Gerald also changed his profile photo. I swear, he just getting more handsome. I missed him, annoyed that he was getting more attractive, looking so mature and calm, and sorry I had betrayed him. "Rara drank milk." shouted my mother. Mother is a natural alarm, reminding me to drink milk, take vitamins and eat. Living with my mother keeps my womb awake. Yes, I am grateful that you care about small things like this, even though she is also make my life like hell.

Caleb looks like he is ready to shift and tear this place apart. “Your mate, is this a freaking joke?” My mother’s words are scathing. “Who would want her as a mate? Do you realize she is nothing but a murderous tramp?” My face is flaming bright with embarrassment as my mother continues. Eighteen years of hate and anger are pouring out of her like a waterfall.

Mom said, raising her hand to slap me but stopped at the sound of my voice. ‎“No, how dare you mother?” I yelled, rising to my feet. My chest heavy with rage, “I have done everything you wanted. I agreed to this marriage agreement despite hating my supposed husband. You demanded I take part in this stupid mating ritual, and that's what I did. Mother if your eyes are functioning properly you would see his bite is still fresh on my neck. I do everything for you ask but you're never satisfied. So what more do you want mother? should I kill myself for you? Do I not even have the right to express myself mom?"

I'll make him wish he was dead! Mom broke into a hysterical, devastated wail, utterly powerless and filled with despair. I heard the chilling sound of my teeth grinding against each other, my throat dry as sandpaper. If that woman were to appear before me, I wouldn't hesitate for even a second. I'd leap at her, tear out her throat, and devour her flesh and blood! The voice in the video erupted into a malicious, bone-chilling laugh. "At least I gave you a chance to see your son one last time. It's your fault for not making the most of it. Instead, your precious son kicked you like you're a crazy woman. Hahaha!"

How dare him," I growled, watching him beat up the woman I loved without remorse. Without care. Without an ounce of empathy. How could he treat her like that? How could he hurt her? How dare he?! I watched, helpless like a damned fool as he pummeled her to bits. “How's that trafficking coming up? How many more kids do you have left to sell?!” I froze at her words. What did she mean by trafficking? And why the hell was she baiting him?! He would kill her! The thought startled me and I looked up to see my mother's solemn face. "How... How did this... Tell me he didn't kill her. Please tell me she's not dead!" Mother wrapped me in her arms, murmuring. "Calm down. She's not dead. She's fine. She

The head is slick, shining with precome, veins standing out thick and angry along the shaft. I wrap my fist around it—still wet from his cum—and give one long, slow stroke from base to tip. “Ughhh… shit,” I groan deep in my chest, the sound tearing out raw and unfiltered. My head tips back for half a second before I force my gaze back to his. “Look at what you fucking do to me, Vale.” Another stroke. My hips jerk forward into my own grip. “Fuuuck… yeah,” I moan.

"Cut the crap, mom! Why would you do something so reckless? Do you know what the werewolf council would do to us if they find out? I mean…” My mother's hand connected with my cheek in a stinging slap, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Don't use that tone with me!" she hissed, her voice low and menacing. My father intervened, restraining her from lunging at me again. I rubbed my sore cheek, my eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "You posted that picture online, defying the Council's rules, and expect me to be grateful? Really?" I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. My mother's venomous words spewed forth, her contempt palpable.

I’ll be the cooperative kitten until I have the perfect opportunity to scratch his fucking eyes out. With a sweet smile for him, I enjoy imagining how it would feel to wrap the chain around his throat and pull tight. I’m a bloodthirsty bitch but hey, my fucked-up life necessitates the fact. I swore for years I would never be involved in the violence my brother breeds, but it’s all I know and for once it could come in handy.

BIG KAI I lowered my gun as her tear-filled eyes rested on me. That new angry look that started the minute she saw her bitch mother. "What have you done?!" She yelled. "The needful," I said. "You monster!" she said, getting on her feet and running towards me. "You killed my mother!" She cried, hitting my chest. I held her arm but she continued hitting my fucking chest. "You killed my mother! How could you do this?! Why did you kill her?!" she cried as she went on, hitting and fighting me with those delicate tiny hands.

my mother says and we all look towards her. “Mother... how cruel. “Very cruel for someone who is a pacifist. “To hell with pacifism, it messed with my grandchildren. Now instead of being awake enjoying the world, they are constantly sleeping to heal what they should not have harmed. >> If I had that bastard alive, I´d be cutting up his soul right now, because the only thing a wolf deserves that pretends to be good, but, he's capable of messing with babies is the worst.” says my mother and I look at my brother who lowers his gaze.