My Dead Mother Turned Me Into Viral Content Novels & Stories

I greeted my mother. "Good afternoon, and how are you? I saw another video of you on I*******m today, and I'm impressed that you've already become a celebrity." My mother teases, before laughing. I realize she's referring to the video of me and Josh. "Hahaha! Mom, you know I don't mean for any of those things to happen, but I've noticed that a lot of people out there are sick and psycho. They tend to seek out trouble because it is the only thing that can provide them with peace of mind, and they are unaware that they are initially forgetting the fundamentals of life." I said.

I gesture the doctor aside and pull her close with a hushes tone. “Her mother was killed in the forest by vampires tonight…. she saw the remains….. it was traumatizing. Both her parents are now dead. She needs emotional help to get through the shock and despair tonight until this sinks in and she’s more able to process what’s happened.” My voice trembles as I push the memory aside and focus on the task at hand.

Letting his only son go back to college when Vlad was hunting him was something he didn't want to do. - I attended your funeral. Mom's funeral too... Is she a vamp... - No. I dug her up, but she was dead. - But how did… how did you become… what happened? - I felt my life drain that day. I died. When I woke up, I was in a coffin 6 feet underground. I panicked. I didn't know what had happened and why I was there. Without much effort, I managed to dig my way out of that hole. When I went out and looked around... when I found myself in a cemetery, I remembered what had happened. I realized that vampires were real and that they had killed me and turned me into one of them. That's when I decided t

I replied with a small smile, as she stood up and walked away. "Aii" I sighed as I watched her leave , after a while I turned onto my own route and left. Every since I saw my mother killed by those useless creature , a vampire particularly , I've so detested those creatures. Growing up my mother always told stories about them , I thought that was just it , Stories ! . Until I saw one kill my mother in reality. When I told my grandparents and sister about it they thought I had ran mad and was in grief just trying to give a cause to my mom's sudden death.

But I let them record me anyway, I was so happy doing the dance even though I was bad at it. After a while, I was already tired and it was time to go inside. We watched movies, played games and did Miranda's assignments together. When we were done, I stood up to get my phone and scrolled through social media. -- The Sanborn relaunch had stunned everyone. Even the critics, Especially them. We’d gone viral in a way that wasn’t scandal or spectacle. Just… impact. The video of Miranda planting the rose bush beside the arch had over two million views. My father’s final letter—parts of which I’d shared publicly—was now being quoted on parenting podcasts and nonprofit panels.

But one thing she didn’t predict was that I was weak and asthmatic, so I died easily. ‘I never knew that I would be bitten by a vampire and raised from the dead like this. Well, that’s funny, by the time I rose from the dead, Mom was already dead and buried in a coffin.’ I smiled wryly as I remembered that funny story. When I went home, I saw Dad had already left, and Mom… She died of a broken heart or something.

There, I nervously told my parents, "I got a divorce." Dad's expression darkened. He raised his hand as if he was about to hit me. "Dad!" Samuel yelled. Mom rushed over to stand in front of me and hugged me. She was choked in sobs as she shouted at Dad, "What are you doing? We've already ruined her life up until now! She's an adult who can make her own decisions. We should just return her life to her!" Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of grievance surged within me. I started crying while clinging to Mom.

However, his voice got smaller with every word. It was because he knew very well that my father was a madman. A brazen woman had once barged into our house and ordered me to say nice things about her to my father. Otherwise, she would secretly kill me. When my father found out about it, he fed her and her family to the wolves deep inside the mountains.

No squeeze of my hand or flicker from his eyes. "The baby is healthy. She's a girl, Dad. I can feel her kicking now." My voice cracks. "And I'm painting again. I posted my work online and more than fifty thousand people saw it. Mom would've cried. She always cried when I finished a painting, even the bad ones. She was so proud of me." My mother. Evelyn is dead on a highway median because Ryan left the front door open and let a woman with Alzheimer's wander into traffic. My mother who made empanadas every Sunday and cried at sunsets and forgot my name at the end but never forgot she loved me.

I stopped on my footsteps, eyes flickering as I looked at my mom happily eating the fruit our maid carefully sliced for her. My mother suffered from delusional after hearing some news that my dad was dead, fighting some well-known serial murderer in the process. Her mood was unpredictable, she was happy for some time, then go around smashing some expensive things inside the house, as if wanting the government to compensate her for a lifetime. Since if there were some broken things inside the house or if we need anything, the government will try to give as much as possible, hoping that the matter of my dad being sent alone to deal with the serial murderer will soon be forgotten.