My Dead Mother Turned Me Into Viral Content Novels & Stories

Right after I finish paying my respects to my dad on his death anniversary, the property manager calls me in a panic. "Joanne, check the group chat! Your dad's gotten himself into huge trouble!" I look at the group chat, and Suzanne Weston has already sent three voice messages, screaming her head off. "Josiah groped me at the plaza last night!" "If you don't pay me 200,000 dollars in compensation, I'll die right here!" There is even a photo attached. In it, my dad is grinning like a creep as he grabs her butt. Everyone in the group chat snaps. Some are calling my dad a shameless old pervert, while others are calling for him to be reported to the police and charged. Rita Lind also chime

To prove she wasn't playing favorites, I was the first person to donate blood at the Pack Blood Drive my mother had organized. The drive had been ordered by the North American Lycan Council after a rogue attack overwhelmed three regional blood banks. If Silverpine Pack met its quota before midnight, Mom would pass the final review for the promotion she had pursued for seven years. The collection bag had barely reached one hundred milliliters when my vision darkened. My heart battered against my ribs so hard that every beat hurt. I reached for the clamp on the tubing. "Could you stop? I think something is wrong." Tessa, the technician assigned to me, caught my wrist. "Do not touch the line. A

I hope other parents will take this as a warning to never trust a cold robot over your flesh and blood. Once the post was uploaded, it set the Internet ablaze and went viral across different social media platforms. Millions of Internet users were moved to tears, heartbroken by my tragedy, and condemned Mom's cruelty and blind faith. They mourned the short and painful life I had lived. My story led to more people reflecting on their past behavior. They were reminded not to trust technology blindly and that the familial bond was the most precious, trustworthy truth.

Before Mom could even process what was happening, I brushed past her and stepped inside. "Long time no see, Mom. Since you're alive and well, why didn't you come look for me?" The chat instantly went wild. "Holy crap, a live exposure!" "Didn't this lady say her daughter would definitely be grateful to her? Why does it look like she's about to breathe fire?" Panicking, Mom scrambled to cut the live stream before turning to eye me suspiciously. "H-How did you find out I was here?"

Less than two hours later, the footage from outside the arena exploded across the pack's communication network. The trending tags climbed fast. Wolves from every settlement praised my mother as an "iron-blooded Alpha mother" who had raised a genius warrior. Parents flooded the comment sections begging for her methods. Back at home, my mother sat in her old, worn beastfur armchair, cradling her communication crystal and laughing until she nearly fell over. In the dim moonlight, that face twisted with excitement looked almost monstrous.

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At my first Thanksgiving dinner after starting college, Mom handed me a cardboard box. “Honey, your dad and I want you to learn how to manage your own money. “So we’re giving you your entire living allowance for the year at once. Thirty thousand dollars!” I reached for the box excitedly. Then I looked inside. Every bill was fake. I was about to say something when Mom leaned closer and whispered, “Honey, there are too many people here tonight. It wouldn’t be safe to hand you that much cash in front of everyone. “I’ll transfer the money to you later.” In my previous life, I believed her. So I waited quietly. But a month passed, and the money never came. When I finally ran out of mo

It’s like the joyful side of him died with his mother. When I turned 20, it was ritual for my father to kill me which would trigger my vampire abilities to fully kick in. Yes, my dad had to snap my neck. It would end my human life. My heart would stop beating and my beast would come alive. It is another special occasion for us. Just like how humans celebrate an 18th birthday. When I woke up from the dead, I had the strongest craving ever. It felt like my body was feeding off itself as if my intestines ate each other up.

I asked. Rebecca replied, “I miss you so much my son and It’s been four days since the last time I saw you and even if you forbid, no one can stop me from doing this. At the end, I am still your mother.” My mother acted as if I abandoned her and her choice of words was totally not hers but from the series she used to watch. She was fond of watching Netflix series like the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Lucifer and Curse. By the way, did I mention you that she was a former actress, and stopped her acting career when she got pregnant by my father.

Why would she do this? Fuck I’m so worried. What would i do if she ends up in prison? After sending the email, i clicked on the website. The entry page had a skull in the hands of a pale female with manicured, painted nails. TO EARN YOUR LIFE, YOU HAVE TO TAKE A LIFE. WE CAN HELP YOU. WE THE WOLVES OF SKELETON. THE FOLLOWERS OF THE DEAD. WE CAN CAN HELP YOU. Could it be? My mother is tied to these people? Or is this just a coincedence.