My Evil Mother Atwood Novels & Stories

Mom believed that if the collar were still in her hands, it would surely be blinking a blinding crimson red at this moment, and the pain would be an everlasting one. In the emptiness of space, I watched everything unfold. I watched Mom suffer in the psychiatric hospital, watched the crippled Daniel reduced to begging, and watched my ruined Dad drink himself into an early grave. And yet, I found no pleasure in seeing them get what they deserved. All I felt was a quiet calm, like stagnant water.

I reached the hallway bench, my hands shaking so violently I nearly dropped my mother’s floral-patterned yoga mat. I leaned against the cool plaster of the wall, closing my eyes for a fleeting second. I could still feel the phantom pressure of Laredo’s thumb, the way he had looked at me while my mother’s voice chirped through the speaker—a predator watching his favorite prey. He wasn’t just taking my body; he was dismantling my soul, piece by piece, and the most terrifying part was how much I was helping him do it. The rumble of Elaine’s SUV pulling into the driveway snapped me back to the agonizing present. I smoothed my sweater, praying the high collar hid the flush creeping up my neck, an

Emily turned toward her. "And you expect me to become you?" The First Mother looked at her. "No." Emily frowned. "Then what do you want?" The First Mother stepped closer. "I want you to understand why I failed." Emily stared. "What?" "You think I was evil." "Weren't you?" The First Mother shook her head. "No." "Then what were you?" "Afraid." Emily's expression softened. The First Mother whispered, "I was terrified that if I loved someone enough, losing them would destroy me."

“Celeste, If you're reading this, I'm gone. Finally dead, I hope. Stopped before I could complete the transformation. I want you to know I loved you. Once. Before the shadow took that from me. I loved you and your sister and even Lyra, in my own twisted way. But the cult corrupted that love, turned it into something dark and controlling. I knew what I was becoming. Knew I would hurt you. Knew I would use you for the prophecy. And I couldn't stop it. The corruption was too deep, too complete. Kill me if you must. I deserve it. But save your sister. Don't let the darkness take her too. Break the cycle I couldn't break. I'm sorry. For all of it. I'm so, so sorry. -Mother” The journal slipped fr

I make sure it’s permanently deleted even on the cloud and completely wiped off even on the back ups and then I bolt, running to my room and locking the door behind me. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down and finally processing what’s been happening under my nose. My mother is being poisoned by the Haistings. Even though I knew Clare was evil I never would have thought she was this type of evil. After everything this family has done for her. I have done for her. she still has the nerve to do this. I mean most of the things happened after my mother got sick so I guess their plans are working. I wonder if my mother knew she was being poisoned by someone she considers her best friend

A lone figure stood ahead—her mother. Eve’s breath hitched. "Mother?" Her mother’s golden eyes were soft, her expression sorrowful. "You should have never come here." Tears burned in Eve’s eyes. "I don’t understand. Why did you hide the truth from me? Why did you leave me?" Her mother lifted a hand, but as Eve reached out, her mother crumbled to ash. A scream tore from Eve’s throat. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. A deep growl echoed around her. She turned to see a monstrous shadow, fangs bared, watching her with soulless red eyes.

I thundered, cutting her off, my eyes glowed with hate. I was on my way to Maria’s place after the meeting with Josh when my friend called me. “Dude.” His voice was so low, it sent shivers down my spine. “What did you find?” I rasped. “Sorry but not sorry but your mother is evil….I have only seen wickedness like this on TV…But to think that she is your mother…man..” “What did you find?” I rasped again, my hands trembling against the wheel, I had to stop the car.

“What?” “This.” She tips her cane to me. “You.” “Me?” “You don’t understand, Carlton.” Amanda’s eyes look almost afraid. “You’re not just his obsession.” She exhales. “You’re his madness. The cause of everything. You just don’t know it yet.” I move, kneeling beside her. “Then tell me? I’ve been searching for answers, it’s all dead end. But you know everything, right?” “That your mother is evil.” She says. “That even if she dies, Mad-Bishop will never get better, until you’re dead. Or he is?”

----------------------- Matt knocked tersely on the door to his mother’s home and issued a clipped demand to see her when one of the maids answered the door. A moment later, as he paced the floor of the receiving room, his mother hurried in, her brow wrinkled in concern. “Matt? Is something wrong? You didn’t call to tell me you were coming.” She said. He stared at her, wondering how he could be so blind about the woman who’d given birth to him. There was no doubt she’d always been self-centered, but he’d never considered her malicious enough to harm an innocent woman. Even now, after everything that had happened, he was at a loss for words. How could he possibly convey the depth of his hatre

My guards would always bring great results, they were extremely efficient and useful. “She committed matricide, tried to seduce an alpha and ended up running away…” My eyes widened. I gasped immediately. This was so disgusting. How could a person kill their own mother? She was beyond evil, she was another devil entirely and Damon was blinded by her pretentious innocence.