Romans & histoires My Evil Mother Atwood

I watched in horror as a silver streak fell on my mother. Throwing herself to the left, she barely missed it. “This isn’t over Grant!” Mom yelled as she got to her feet. She stayed crouched down, ready, for another attack. “One day, I will have our soul around my chest. Locked away for me to torture when I feel like it.” Grant’s eyes were truly evil. A huge growl shook the ground as relief and tears flooded me. Dad.

He sat there in all his black glory, staring at me like I was some alien. "Are you on crack?!!" He finally exploded. I jerked up and he grabbed my hand and twirled me around, I was now facing him. His eyes had that devil glint in them. We were staring at each other pointedly without saying a word and I was getting fed up with the whole situation. Was it because I had mentioned his mom? I knew that everyone was bad in this world but there was a limit to evil....what if his mother was the reason he was evil? Or maybe his mother was a good woman who was killed at...

Another reminder that no matter how much I gave, they would always want more. And one day, I knew, they would take everything from me until there was nothing left to give. I just stared at Riley. My face was blank, my eyes hollow, as though I was looking through her rather than at her. And in that still moment, my mother’s voice echoed in my head. “No one is truly evil, Violet. Sometimes, when they show you their bad side, show them your good side. It will eventually get to them.” No, Mother. You were wrong. There are evil people in this world. People who can’t be changed. No matter how many good sides you show them, they will never appreciate it. They will only take your kindness and spit i

"You never wanted a daughter. You wanted a puppet who would obey your every command, get perfect grades, and make you look good in front of everyone. "Elsa didn't die today. You destroyed her long before this, when you tried to turn her into your idea of perfection." … The livestream exploded with comments. "Oh gosh, this mother is terrifying. How could she control her own daughter like that?" "Poor kid. Thank heavens I never bought into that brainwashing nonsense. If I'd done this to my child, I'd never forgive myself." "Her daughter died, and she didn't even notice. What kind of mother is that?"

We sat beside a cliff that over-looked Eldora, so high up I'd touch the clouds if I stood. "Valerie, you're five years old now. Big things are going to happen. True evil is going to come. When it does, it'll seek to destroy you." She told me her secrets in confidence because if I knew, I had a fighting chance. However, as the stormy night continues, my world takes a turn for the worst. I didn't care for whatever evil is out there that wanted to destroy me. "Why?" My curious little mind wonders. "Because you're weak, and weakness doesn't belong in our world," A different voice froze the very blood running through my veins. Mother seemed surprised by his presence too, both out bodies stiffened

Mother was right about being smart, about being patient. Eva thought she had won. She thought those four perfect children would protect her forever. But she'd forgotten one thing a patient predator was the most dangerous kind. And I could be very, very patient. When I finally spoke again, my voice was calm, controlled, and filled with deadly purpose. "Tell me, Mother. How do we destroy Eva without leaving a single fingerprint?" Mother's answering smile was everything I needed to see. Together, we would take everything from Eva, her children's love, Max's protection, her entire world.

Her blood coursed through my veins, making me wonder why she had despised me since I was a child. 'Such a wonderful mother, isn't she? 'Take note of the sarcasm.' Meghan Rhodes's eyes narrowed as she stared at me, making me scowl. 'Is she possessed or something? If so, I believe she is possessed by evil spirits daily.' "I've warned you not to come into this house ever again!" my mother clapped, jolting me out of my reverie. "Just the sight of you makes me sick! You're a monster!" she stressed out, and to my utter surprise, she hopped over the couch and jumped at me.

Well, perhaps, not until now. Unceremoniously, I opened the door, only to find my mother spread out in her chair, her skirt lifted up and the body of a woman who seemed oddly familiar, even though I could not see her face, was giving my mother her pleasure by eating her pussy. The whole thing was on display. I noticed fresh blood seeping down my mother’s thighs, and even though I knew that she had weird fetishes, I never assumed she would let somebody feed on her. Dark hair of the woman between her legs was cascading all over her muscular, brownish gold skin, her thong the only thing in place, her skin skinning from sweat. My mother, in the ecstasy of it all, at first did not notice me at al

Last time, I had worked forty-eight hours straight, redesigning a line and securing a bridge loan from the Grant family to keep my father out of bankruptcy. This time, I was going to let the ship hit the iceberg. I wanted to see if he really didn't need me as much as he claimed. “You dare smile? You evil, ungrateful child!” my mother shouted, taking a step toward me. Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated loathing. “I don't know what possessed me to give birth to something as cold-blooded as you.” “You gave birth to an evil child, Mother. Which makes you the source,” I replied. My voice was a calm, steady blade. “If I’m a monster, I learned from the best.”