My Evil Mother Atwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

she hissed. "Why? Are you offended?" I said challengingly. "Isn't that right? You are the mother of two children. Peter and Eva. After what they went through, as a mother, are you not moved at all? If not, then what I said earlier is true. You lived longer than them, so your evil nature has been deeply ingrained and is difficult to change. Your two children, they tried to change themselves for the better after several bad events. You? I think you and your evil nature will only die together." Moira's face turned red. I didn't care about her. It wasn't my fault she would receive a fairly severe sentence.

But this time, it wasn't cold, condescending, or disgusted—it was broken, hesitant, and quiet. "Can we talk? Let me explain everything! I know what I have done is terrible. But I am your mother. I have—" "Please!" I held up my hand. "Don't call yourself a mother!" Finally, I shifted my attention to her. "Some people don't deserve to be a mother. And certainly, your role fits as a monster. A woman who would watch her husband beat her toddler. A woman who would watch other people bully but ask the child to suck it up. A woman who pressed her child's neck against the floor to kill the innocent child. A woman—" I took a deep breath, my voice shaking as I looked straight into her eyes,

I began to explain what secret I have been forced to keep since it happened, this incident happened around four years ago but still, I find myself thinking about it so often. “Henry’s mother was a woman called Helen and she was the evilest person I believe I have ever met in my life, and living as a rogue, I have been in the presence of many evil people. She despised not only us but every single person who she met and for seemingly, no reason at all. Whereas father had a purpose for Henry and me, not that I knew it at the time, she didn’t, any chance that she’d get, she’d have father beat us.” I said thinking back to how scared little Elise was as she walked through that old house, wondering

“I watched what my mother became because of power. I saw the way the people trembled at her feet, but I did not just see fear, I saw the quiet hatred they had for her, the disgust, and when she was dying after they burned down my pack, I saw her regret. With her last breath, she told me never to live like she did. She told me to hide if it was possible and that was why I went to the Forest of Evil. A place I knew no one would dare enter to come look for me. No one knows but despite my powers too, I was haunted by the forest. I went through tough times that made me doubt if everything was necessary but then… my mother's words kept going and I swore that I'd rather die than let myself become s

“I hate how full I am. I hate that you didn’t even ask. I hate that my mum thinks you’re respectable.” His lips brushed my neck. “I love that she does.” I gasped. “Oh my God, you’re evil,” I hissed, my voice cracked and trembling and way too high-pitched to sound intimidating. “You’re not just evil. You’re like evil with a capital E. Like if Lucifer had a cock and a mansion and a fucking six-pack and ruined girls for fun while their mums were on speakerphone thinking he was a God-sent father figure..that’s you. “That’s who you are. You’re the reason I’m going to hell. You’re the reason I’m going to wake up tomorrow with a cross carved into my thighs and no hymen and a permanent tremor in my

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak

“How will we know when she’s exhausted them all?” Atlas gave a humorless laugh, one that carried the weight of centuries. “We won’t.” Then, he turned fully to face me. His expression was solemn, his voice lower than before. “Before your father sought the power, your mother stole the Green Book. She tore out a page… and burned it.” Atlas’s eyes darkened. “Your father was enraged. He went on a killing rampage. At the time, your mother was carrying you and Zassan in her womb.”

Low and cruel, like the fire and the screaming and the dying were all happening for his entertainment and he was pleased with it. My mother pushed me behind her. I heard them speak. His voice and hers. I couldn’t hear the words, my heart was too loud, the fire was too loud, everything was too loud. But I heard the shape of it. An argument. A refusal. My mother’s voice stayed steady in a way that must have cost her everything she had left. Then a sound I have never stopped hearing. Flesh and something breaking. Then nothing. The evil man reached for me through the dark smoke, his claws red and sharp.

“Shut the fuck up! I didn't ruin my son's life. You are the one that deceived him. You made him hate me and turn his back on me.” “No. He turned his back on you when he found out how evil you are. You are pathetic Evelyn. No matter what you do, you will never win. You will live alone and die alone. You are a worthless mother….no, you don't even deserve to be called a mother because you are a monster.” Paa….

She could hurt me by punching my belly, just like she always did. “How dare you! You are evil.” Draven roared before attacking her. "I'll kill you." “I will kill you.” Ivanna lunged at her as well. I watched Ivanna as she beat her to a pulp. “I know it. I know you are evil. No mother prays for a child like you,” my mother screamed. “I shouldn’t have saved you.” My mate was about to end her when I screamed. “Stop Draven!” I faced the woman I knew as my mother. “What are you talking about, mother?”