My Dead Mother Turned Me Into Viral Content Novels & Stories

"You have no idea how jealous I am of you for having such a wonderful mother. We're about the same age, but you get to enjoy campus life carefree, while I work myself to death as a nurse, only to get bullied by you." Standing beside them, I could only feel absurdity. How could a dead person push her? However, Mom believed her. She walked over, gently wrapped an arm around Sharon, and patted her back comfortingly. "Don't cry. As long as I'm here, I won't let her bully you again." I froze. I stared blankly at my mother. Then she turned toward my body on the floor, disgust filling her eyes. "Since she insists on pretending to be dead to avoid donating blood, I won't cover for her anymore.

The pain from the ropes cutting into my wrists had disappeared. When my mother died, what he said was true. The day she took her last breath, I begged for four whole hours. He sat on the couch playing games, never even turning his head. "What's there to cry about? It's just an old woman dying. You've got a livestream tomorrow. Make sure your makeup looks good." I remembered those words for three years. Now, three hundred thousand people heard them with me. The video ended, freezing on Matthias's greedy face. The livestream fell into a dead silence.

I said and with my tone, they knew it was best they keep quiet. I followed Nathan, my beta who is also my best friend, to my mother's room. “Hey mama, your son is doing you and Papa's wish, he is getting married and I hope you give me your blessings.” I bowed before the bed that carried a short, still woman whose face was as white as snow. My mother. She had been paralyzed after being attacked by a strange herb a year ago and since then she had become a living dead. She could no longer talk, move, or even blink. A healer once suggested I let her go and I bet the healer is now burning in hell right?

He let out a groan as I headed towards the camera, then put it off. “That was mind-blowing, Zoe.” “Sex with you is always fire, Tristan. No-one does it like you do. Hopefully this session unlocks more subscribers for me.” He shook his head as he slapped my ass. “You don't sound happy though. Anything the matter?” How was I going to tell my fellow creator that my mother was in prison for a crime she didn't commit and it was up to me to prove that she was innocent? I grabbed two rolled up joints from my bedside drawer instead, passing him one.

Resuscitation unsuccessful. Justin’s fingers trembled, making the pages rustle. "Where’s the body? I want to see her!" The doctor pointed to the cremation certificate displayed on the computer screen. "The deceased’s daughter handled all the arrangements herself. The ashes were placed in a black marble urn and taken away four hours ago." He recalled the black marble urn wrapped in old clothes. The weight of it was unbearable. A deafening roar exploded in Justin’s head. "It isn’t fake! Give it back! That’s my mother!"

“Valerie? How did you reach this point, huh? How could you embarrass me like that?” My mother’s voice pierced through the air the second I stepped through the front door of my childhood home, dragging my bags behind me. I pouted, biting my lip hard, trying with every ounce of my remaining strength not to burst into tears. They had already seen the viral video. I let out a heavy, defeated sigh, my bags resting awkwardly near my feet. “Don’t ‘mum’ me!” she snapped, pointing an accusing finger. “What are you even showing Maya on your phone, huh? Oh my god, you are so lucky your dad isn't around right now to see this! You are a grown-ass woman, Jesus Christ—”

She tried to calm Dad down, saying, "It's okay. Let her stay." But Dad would have none of it. He swept the dishes off the table, shouting, "You're crazy! Marianne is dead, and her corpse is already rotting! It's all over the news these days. One moment, she's winning awards as a rising star, and the next, she's the victim on a true crime show!

My wife, Jenna Lawson, calls me, sobbing so hard she can barely catch her breath. "Honey, my mother suddenly developed complications. She needs 300 thousand dollars for surgery right away. I'm begging you. Pay for it now!" I take a leisurely sip of coffee, remembering how her mom, Fiona Lopez, humiliated me in front of everyone. I've spent ten grueling days waiting on her hand and foot, yet it still means less to her than a single phone call from her son, Kyle Lawson. "Don't worry," I reassure Jenna gently. "Fiona's health comes first. Leave the money to me. I'll figure it out." The moment I hang up, I drop a crowdfunding link into the family group chat. The title reads: "Help Raise Lif

My mother, Vivienne Freeman, was the Donna of Freeman Family. She had her senior engineers develop an advanced lie detector. It looked like a bracelet, and my sister and I each wore one. Whenever I lied, my band flashed red. It could supposedly catch me even when I merely thought about lying. From then on, the band seemed able to read my mind. Even when I kept my mouth shut, it still flashed red. Then Mom would find some way to punish me. I told her countless times that I had never lied, but she refused to believe me. She would not let me question technology she had personally approved. Pointing to my sister's dark band, she demanded to know why it never flashed and why I never told the trut

Greetings, If you're reading this, I'm dead. So yeah, I am now eliminated from this show. I just want to prove to my mother that I will become rich someday and I will buy her a new house since we have been living on the streets for so many years. I thought that this show would solve my financial problem permanently since it was thirty million dollars and made my life easier. But in case I died, I'm begging you, can you please buy her a house? It's my dying wish. I just want to make her happy one last time, even though I might die in the future. Sincerely,