My Evil Mother Atwood Novels & Stories

He poured her a glass of water, and unwrapped some medicines from the kitchen counter, bringing the pills close to his mother's mouth. "I won't eat them! I'd rather die than live to face the humiliation of Mr and Mrs Willows broken hope! Throw these pills away-" "Mom. It's not the time to be stubborn-" "I'm being stubborn?! I? After what you did to all of us, you still don't see what you did wrong!? I'm utterly speechless for ever giving birth to the evil in the name of a son-" "I know, Mom. I know I'm evil. Okay. I admit it. Now please eat these-" He held the pills once again close to her mouth but his mother swatted his hand away, looking anywhere but him.

I choke out the words, totally thrown by her question. “Bad things started happening after my mom learned what she could do. Now, I can do the same things, part of it anyway. Maybe this is the bad thing happening because of what I can do.” “Baby, No! That doesn’t even make sense.” Aspen crouches down beside us and holds her face in his hands, having heard what she said. “Evil was already in the world then and it’s still here now.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

The peace radiating off of her like waves brought more tears to June's eyes. June let them spill, unable to hold them in. "I've missed you so much, mom." June sniffled, walking closer. "I...I don't know how you got here, or how I got here but I don't care, I'm....I'm just so happy to see you mom. I miss you mom," the tears came faster, "so so much. Why'd you go mom? Why didn't you just take me with you? Mom I..." June stopped mid sentence, standing just a feet away from her mother, as she watched her mother's warm smile slowly begin to transform into something scary, something evil. Words eluded June as she gawked in horror. Her mother was now grinning evily at her, it scared June. What was

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 --- 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒘'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘. Mathew’s Point of View – I was given the name Mathew Harrison Theodore Leonne by my late father. My mother had passed away during my birth because of her weak constitution and my father was worst hit by her death. When I was six years old my father had brought a new wife. I hadn't said anything because I knew the loneliness inside of him... My stepmother was not in the least bit interested in me but she hated me. because I was a child with legitimate blood whereas her son was the one, she had with her previous husband.

I didn't know she was just fourteen at the time! She was a fucking kid! What kind of evil her mother was to do that to her own flesh and blood?!

Her mouth parted slightly, and her hand shook as she swallowed and tried to reach out to me. “Eve… I…” But I took a step back before she could touch me as though her touch might sting. I noticed the hurt that flashed through her eyes at this. I bit my tongue, trying my best to control my anger. How could any normal mother throw their baby away just like that? How more evil and selfish could she get? I guess everyone was right about her all along. She was evil and crazy. “Don’t.” I said to her and her arm fell to her side. Swallowed again, her eyes glossy with tears that threatened to spill and roll down her face.

Someone terrifying. The kind of woman I wanted to become. But before I could revel in that silent victory— I heard it. The sound of heels. Click. Click. Click. Heels, hard and deliberate, shattered the hush like bullets. I turned. Everyone did. And there she was. Dominic’s mother. And I only know her from last night when Jules took it upon herself to educate me on the Blackwood family. I still remember her words. “Evil stepmother type shit, red bloody lips because she sucks blood at 1am every midnight, sharp eyes to see your weakness, sharp claws to dig and dig into your fears so she can eat them for lunch.”

The amber water soaked rapidly into the clean columns of her forensic audit, blurring the ink, bleeding the numbers together into formless, dark smudges. But the ruin on her desk was nothing compared to the absolute devastation inside her mind. Her entire reality collapsed in a single, agonizing heartbeat. Her mother's death wasn't an accident. It wasn't an act of God, an unpredictable patch of black ice, a slick Canadian road, or an unfortunate collision during a sudden summer storm.

I shoved that thought away. It was lucidly impossible. My dad had told me what had happened that night. There had been at least a dozen of the Erebus’s members who witnessed my mother’s body being torn apart. Then there were those ladies who’d cleaned her body for burial, too. Hell, my dad was going to take me to her grave this weekend. The book must have been wrong, or there was another witch named Gaia Delvaux that wasn’t my mother.