My Dead Mother Turned Me Into Viral Content Novels & Stories

Mom had hanged herself to the ceiling fan. My mom no longer had to breathe. My mom died like that. Why did she die? Why did she kill herself? I was going to work hard and bring her out of her pain. I was going to be better. I was going to be a man for her. I loved her and I didn't care that she wasn't able to provide for me. When I checked her phone, I saw that Mommy had gone online and seen the blogs that had posted her videos. It went viral and the narrative was twisted.

I hisses angrily with my chest heaving up and down. "Oh wow and she finally snapped. I was waiting for this day. I am becoming unbearable! You are a nuisance in my life,a little parasite that seems to not stay away. Let me tell you something,the reason why you in this position is because my mom is dead. That was the only way you could be with my father. But... even in death my mom is still the owner of dad's heart. You are pregnant with his second son unfortunately,the first one died and I am glad for that. Let me ask you something miss lady of the house,how many of my dad's relatives have you been introduced to formally. They only know you as the whore who destroyed a beautiful home. Also m

Still, Astrid didn’t understand why that worked so well. Was it because she looked pathetic, drunk on camera post-breakup? Or was it because the whole video was a scoop waiting to happen? Astrid recalled how her mother’s phone rang at least six to ten times a day for week from reporters requesting an interview–or at the very least, a statement. “My daughter is preparing something amazing for her fans. I hope everyone looks forward to it,” was all her mother would say every time. Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone.

"What really happened to you?" He spied on me as if contemplating whether or not it was safe to tell me the truth, and then he licked his lips and glanced away. "It is no mystery, I died." He sat up and leaned forward, and he hugged his knees and looked straight into my eyes, sending dread throughout my entire body. "I killed myself. I killed myself, and my mother brought me back to life. My own mother wouldn't let me rest, so she turned me into a blood-sucking monster."

, his father looked at him, and then turned his head, he did not have time for his son right now. Their father continued and said “we believe, she was infected with a virus, that makes one neither living nor dead, but before her body could transform completely she succumbed to the pain and died”, Naya said “you mean a vampire?”, her father said “yes, but something much more worse than that, most vampires can think, but this variable we are talking about only acts on instinct, we have no idea where she contacted the virus, so we could not find a cure for your mother” Naya gasped and asked “Dad are you saying that, that is what is going to happen to Zach?” her father said “if we don’t find a c

Her voice erupted through the speaker, loud and brimming with disappointment. “Charlotte, what on earth have you done?!” I was surprised because I couldn’t remember doing anything to warrant such a question. “Do you have any idea the embarrassment you’ve caused us with that… that ridiculous show?” At this point, I remembered the show. Yes, the reason why I wanted to end my life back then. The reason I fell sick last night. My mother didn’t call to check on me or know how I was doing. She called because she saw me on that trending show.

"She's waiting for you, you know. Your mother. She never really left the game. She just… evolved." The words hit harder than the zip-ties. My mother had died when I was nineteen. Cancer. Or so I'd been told. The funeral had been small, quiet, my father already halfway out the door before the dirt hit the coffin. "She's alive?" My voice cracked. "Very much so." He leaned forward. "She was always the stronger one. I built the networks. She built the people. Trained them. Broke them. Owned them in ways I never could. Damian was one of her projects. You… you were always meant to be her masterpiece."

#TheLancasterFuneral was trending on T*****r. Someone had uploaded a crystal-clear video of Vanessa pushing my mother into Grandma Mae's grave. The sound quality was perfect—you could hear my mother's scream, hear the thud as she hit the bottom, hear Vanessa say "Die there" with calmness. The comments were vicious. "LMAOOO rich people are WILD" "Not the stepmother getting buried at her own mother-in-law's funeral..." "Wait who's the hot one in the sexy dress? She's iconic tbh."

I hadn't driven that day, and if I didn't leave soon, I'd miss the last subway train. "My life is so miserable! My husband died young, and now my daughter doesn't want me either! I might as well die!" Mom shouted and suddenly ran to the center of the road.

"Is this a new tactic? Are you forcing us to pay attention to you by begging to die?" "No," I answered with bloodshot eyes. "I saw Dad's system. It told me that I can go to Dad's side as long as I die. I'm begging you. Please leave me alone. Let me die. You'll never have to worry about me fighting William for your affection ever again. You also don't have to be wary of me and lock me up." One of my mothers, Barbara Olson, who was part of the military, punished me after what happened to William. She locked me in a dark room for five days and five nights.