My Evil Mother Atwood Novels & Stories

She pointed directly at my body and said sharply, "The deceased has multiple injuries consistent with abuse. Some are severe enough to qualify as bodily harm. You call that education?" "That was a necessary punishment!" my mom said, interrupting her immediately. Determined to prove everything was my fault, she suddenly made a demand, saying, "I can prove it to you! The software I designed will never make a mistake. If you don't believe me, I'll show you right now!" Her hands trembled as she pressed the power button. "I design 200 tasks every day. I'll prove it to you. Erwin died because he was too lazy. He must have been pretending to be dead to avoid work and accidentally killed himself!"

He laughs bitterly. “You want to talk about monstrousness? I took a hair comb she gave me out into the woods after we got home,” I say. “I buried it in the most beautiful place I could find and said all the right blessings. A woman who abused both my sisters, contributed to the murder of hundreds, if not thousands. That’s who I was missing.” “She was your mother. She—loved you.” “She did.” The words burn like alcohol, painful and sweet. I haven’t said them in a long time. “And you’re angry that you can’t grieve your parents properly. So, does wanting, feeling the ‘wrong’ thing make us evil?”

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.

She didn't search for Henry. She searched for herself. #AuroraValeCross #BadMother #CrossCurse The algorithm fed her immediately. It knew what she wanted. It knew she was hungry for poison. @MomOfThree_NYC: Just finished the Voss book. OMG. If Aurora's mother really walked into the ocean because she couldn't handle life, what does that say about Aurora? Apples don't fall far from the tree. No wonder she's "resting" while her preemie comes home.

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?”

“You are evil…” The man spat at her. She arched an eyebrow and looked at the man. “I’m evil?” She asked shocked slightly. She shook her head “Sweetheart…you don’t know evil…you haven’t seen evil..I have…do you know what it is like to hold a dying child in your arms as you bleed out yourself because someone thought it was good to shoot them, just because they weren’t human? How about doing the same thing again, but with twins…and they were your own…would you call the children evil because they were not human? Or would you call their murderer evil? How about the person that burns down a whole town filled with women and children just because they aren’t human? How about being the person that ri

----------------------- 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