My Dead Mother Turned Me Into Viral Content Novels & Stories

took the portrait of the woman with the disturbing smile and showed it to her. "It's your mom, right?" The other time I came I found your mom. She was standing right here and you also talked to her. We talked to her. "He sounded paranoid." Is that all this is happening will end up getting me more crazy than I am. "What are you talking about?" He questioned nervously. "Your mom is dead!" I exclaimed. "Venus, but what ..." He was speechless. I had nothing to say, that confirmed that it was true. Good god! I left the portrait on the table as if I had some kind of plague and looked around, with fear. "My mom died years ago, yes, why do you get like this?" "He tried to approach." -No! —Venus. "Y

" I shook my head, thinking she still thought I was a child... Mom stated that she sat in front of the television and watched the news. We settle down in a humble area here on the so-called earth after escaping to the other dimension. We use our vampire's abilities to live happily here because of their abilities. By doing a lot of things, like using clever vampire abilities, our business will thrive. My mother manages the restaurants that we have in various locations. "Look Troy!" I'm sure that whoever did that, it was a vampire! " When my mother saw on the television a dead person who had been bitten in the neck and appeared to have had his blood drained, she screamed.

" She glared at me before turning to leave. Cade took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders. I thanked him in a shaky voice. I thought my mom would leave me alone for a few days, but that night, she made a new account called 'Blossom's Mom' and began to rant about how unfilial I was. Everyone was shocked because her posts turned me into someone vile and heartless who had blocked my entire family and ignored my mother who was suffering from cancer. "So what if my daughter has become a star? I put my blood, sweat, and tears into taking care of her, and she forgot all about me upon achieving success! How ungrateful!"

My mother, cold and calculating, made him grovel for scraps of affection she’d never intended to give. “Please, Helena,” his voice cracked through my phone speakers. “Just tell me what you want.” “What I want,” she replied, voice like ice, “is for you to remember your place.” The same words. The same scene. The same humiliation that had taught me everything about breaking people. But this wasn’t my private collection anymore. This was viral. I scrolled through the notifications flooding my phone. Social media. News outlets. Business networks. The video was everywhere, spreading like digital wildfire with headlines that made my chest tight.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

she said, voice trembling, "but I can't say his name. How could we ever fight against the power of capital? After my mom lost her baby, she's been bedridden. She's tried ending her life, again and again—all because of him. If it weren't for him, how could we have ended up like this?" The camera shifted to show her mother lying in a hospital bed, her lips pale as death. She cried, murmuring repeatedly that she didn't want to live anymore. The scene was devastating, heart-wrenching in its presentation, yet the omission of my name only served to stoke the curiosity and fury of her audience. Her livestream's followers multiplied each day as public outrage brewed. Today, the viewership had surged

"You've been suffering so much, Mom! It's all my fault. I should've come home to see you sooner. If I'd known that Cheryl would take such poor care of you, I would've done everything I could to come back and look after you myself. Look at me, Mom. Talk to me. I've missed you so much!" Dylan was also weeping loudly beside Amy, repeatedly calling out, "Grandma!" I chose to ignore it and carry on with my work. There was no rush. I had to find the right timing to deliver the final blow. In fact, I even paid to help her video go viral, promoting the news about her and Mom's loving mother-daughter relationship all over the internet. It ended up drawing a ton of attention. "I hope you get better so

“I’ll be there in a jiffy.” I ended the call and leaned back, closing my eyes briefly. My thoughts spiraled violently. The video replayed in my head like a cursed loop...me holding a gun… my finger pulling the trigger… George falling. Over and over again. Too real. Too detailed. My stomach twisted painfully. My mother did this. She created that video. She threatened me with it. #Leave Dominic, or she would make it viral.# I’m way too young to be in prison. And Dominic… if he ever realized...

Her face was pale as she continued, "That's how your father died too." My heart skipped a beat. Didn't Dad die because Mom killed him after he tried to sell me off to some human traffickers? Grandma and Mom… Could one of them have lied to me? My expression remained unchanged as Grandma continued, "Your mother insisted on changing your fate, so she took on what was supposed to happen to you and died a tragic death in return." I'd heard from my neighbors that Grandma used to volunteer as a teacher in Nungaar territory. Grandma allegedly cured many children of their nightmares after returning home and even knew how to cleanse negative energies. She was a greatly respected elder back in my homet

Then… "I'm sorry. The patient is brain-dead. We could not bring her back." The relief surgeon stood in front of me, his head lowered. I came back into my body. I grabbed his collar. "Where is Diana? She left in the middle of my mother's surgery to go to a birthday party?" He did not answer. A nurse showed me her phone–Diana's social media post. The background was my apartment. Marco, and four other men, were around her. I turned and ran out of the hospital. The image of my mother lying open on the table stayed in my mind.