Mother Knows Best Tangled Lyrics Novels & Stories

she ranted in my head followed by whining. "Honey," mom sat next to me and cupped my cheeks saying, "Please understand me, I'm only doing what's best for you," "Jaycob is the best for me mom, I feel miserable I want to see him and have his arms wrapped around me. I can't take it anymore!" A tear escaped my eyes and she immediately wiped it away. "I don't like seeing you like this princess but I'm just---"

"Delicious." "Yes, Mother, you're right." Mom hugged herself, eyes far away. "This time." "So what do we do about it?" I rubbed my stomach, full on pancakes and Gram's addictive orange juice. Whatever she put in the stuff, I was pretty happy when she refilled my glass too. "There has to be something we haven't tried." My mother met my eyes, hers shuttered all of a sudden. "Don't worry, dear," she said in her best coven leader voice, face setting into "Mom" calm. "We'll figure it out."

It was beautiful and expensive, but the metal ran parched and unforgiving. I picked up the heavy comb and dragged it through the knots, letting the sharp tugging on my scalp act as the only thing keeping me grounded. I started to hum my mother’s song in low, shaky notes that filled the room, wrapping around the quiet like a blanket to settle the jagged edges in my chest. I reached for the smooth ribbon he gave me, my fingers moving by habit to loop it over and under, over and under.

If we could win, we fought with everything we had; if the odds were against us, we turned tail and ran together. No matter what, I would never stand idly by and allow anyone to humiliate or harm her. Dorothy's condescending attitude ignited a fresh surge of protective fury within me. "Dorothy, you..." I started. Savannah patted my hand, signaling me to stay quiet and let her handle this. My parents watched my obedience with open-mouthed astonishment. "Son, I've never seen you so obedient in front of Savannah before." "The pig flies. Is it because she's your fiancée now that you've changed?"

I watched him put his phone to his ears but I didn't know who he was talking with. I got to my parent's house an hour later I pressured my Chauffeur to step on the pedal. From the gates, I could hear loud 90's music playing. They were my mother's favorite. I couldn't hold back my tears. What if something had gone wrong? My mother is a jovial, free-spirited, loving, and adorable woman in her forties. She would play this exact song and dance slowly to the melody giving her warmest smile I came down from the car and wiped my tears. Of course, I have to stay strong and brace for whatever comes my way.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

I think I expected Tia Melanie to help me out of the unpleasant situation with Robert’s mother. Tia Mel let out an exasperated huff. “Ese niño de mami siempre en sus faldas, que ya corte el cordón! (That momma’s boy is always in her skirts, someone needs to cut the cord!) I swear, that boy never learned how to cut the apron strings. It’s like he’s still attached to his mother’s left tit, suckling for milk that’s all dried up!” “Tia Mel!” I couldn’t help but reprimand her.

When I had brushed my fingers all over it, I picked and turned it around ‘To the best mother I know, Love, H.’

She strained against them, fury flashing in her eyes, but the bonds only tightened, glowing brighter the harder she fought. “Stop—let her go!” My throat scraped raw, my body jerking against the chair until the ropes cut deeper, warm blood trickling down my hands. My mom looked towards my direction and smiled at me through the binds. “I’ll be back for you.” Lyric sauntered forward, her smile stretched wide as she stood before my bound mother. She reached out and brushed a strand of auburn hair from Eira’s face with mock tenderness. “Nighty night,” she whispered. “You’re going to help us in ways you don’t even know yet.”

That further proves that I was just out of my mind. Mother would not kill her if she found out I had a secret love. She'd start with her family—dead or alive. She'd torture each and every living family Tessa had, and finally, if Tessa is still there to witness, she'd torture her as well till she went flying for the hills. Yes, my mother is that wicked. But nobody can ever know. "The Fleggs have to be perfect, as always." That's my mother's favourite mantra. And perfectionism is her watchword. She'd give anything. Yes, anything, to make us remain that way forever, perfect, moulded in her hands, doing her bidding and untainting the family name.