My Evil Mother Atwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Your sister is coming to kill you and the child" Mother expression changed to fear. "How did Rowena find us?" "You know how evil she is,she'll kill the child." Mother hurriedly raced to my side sending me off inside to pack some clothes,we were leaving.I didn't question her,immediately dashed into the room. I was shaken and frightened in the room when the noises echoed from outside. I rushed out to see Mother fighting with another woman. She looked alot like mother, only her eyes were more darker. I could feel evil aura emitting from this woman as she looked my way.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

She was more trouble than I was on a bad day—and that was saying something. The market men and women avoided her like a plague-infested rat, and apparently, with no one else to terrorize, she had chosen my meek, gentle mother as her next victim. My mother. Sweet, quiet, gentle Mama—who could barely swat a fly, let alone defend herself against that hurricane of a woman. And this was the part where Edwina Danielle Jonas lost all sense of decorum. But today, she messed with the wrong person. Because here’s the thing: no one, and I mean no one, lays a hand on my mother and walks away untouched. Not even Agatha with her foul mouth and five husbands.

And it felt so real. “NOOOO! I WILL NEVER LET HER DIE!” I rent out a soul shattering scream, praying the forest would give me another chance. “Just one more chance,” I choked out in a desperate whisper as my palms hit the grass before me. I couldn’t help it when what little contents lay in my stomach was regurgitated back up. I had failed. I had let my mother kill Evelina. The image of her lifeforce ebbing away as she screamed in pain seared itself behind my eyelids. This was my worst nightmare. Every molecule within my body, every atom, every cell rejected the idea of ever letting Evelina be harmed. And yet when my mother had gone for the kill, I couldn’t stop her.

She felt terrifyingly *dense*, as if she were a black hole wrapped in the soft, familiar skin of a ghost. My mother. The woman I had mourned in a hospital bed, the woman I had chased through a thousand miles of digital forest. She took a step forward, and the stone beneath her feet didn't just crack—it turned to ash, the very atoms of the reality being consumed to fuel her manifestation. --- ## Chapter 44: The Devouring Grace "Mom?" I whispered, though my voice was stripped of hope. I was a hollow shell, my Red Blood spent, my Grey Flame extinguished. I was just a girl standing in the wreckage of her own survival.

I said, my voice shaking with fury I was barely trying to contain. “That’s exactly why it worked.” my mother sobbed “She used a spell,” my mother went on. “ It was some type of ignition that stabbed the body beyond recognition, now what I am not quite sure of, is if Eve was supposed to be the scapegoat here but then I like to believe she was simply a victim of circumstance, she just had to show up at the time.” I felt sick.

Every memory of her in Montgomery Moonrise had been washed away like she never existed . Only the echo of her mother’s wailing voice followed me into the darkness: “Purebloods are evil to the bone. They bullied my poor baby to death. And no matter how I tried, I couldn’t argue. Not when my hands were already stained with guilt I could never wash away.

She lived in my mirror and only appeared to me whenever I stood in front of it. Mother said she cherished me nonetheless and that was why she was shielding me from the rest of the vain world. With my favourite book, 'Gulliver's Travels' as my companion, I uncovered the truth. The world was filled with odious yahoos that lived a life of evil, vices, falsehood, brutality and every crime that one can and can't think of. So, one day, I did mother a favor, wiping a brute from the face of the earth as their very existence was a malady that the earth ails and suffereth from.

RATED R!!!!! ABUSE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL THIS SCENE WILL UPSET YOU. THIS IS PART OF ATTICUS's back story. This is not a must-read chapter. ATTICUS'S MOTHER DIES IN THIS CHAPTER AND THAT IS THE ONLY DETAIL OF THIS CHAPTER YOU NEED TO KNOW. Atticus and Adeline were subjected to the cruelest acts that could be done to a living person. Please feel free to skip it. I write things like this because Darkness like this happens in the real world today. Children need our protection. Hugs and love to everyone who has ever suffered abuse.

My fingernails bit into my palms so that I could focus on the sensation and not my thoughts. I found out about this disaster when my mom and India were gossiping in the kitchen about how the poison was going to slowly eat Lenora until she took her last breath and how no human doctor could ever help her. Then I figured out that it was the reason behind my mom's overconfidence that my dad was never going to see Lenora again. "You are evil!" I barged into the kitchen and yelled at my mom and India. "So evil that the devil should be called a saint!"