My Mother - Episode 1 Novels & Stories

I asked. Rebecca replied, “I miss you so much my son and It’s been four days since the last time I saw you and even if you forbid, no one can stop me from doing this. At the end, I am still your mother.” My mother acted as if I abandoned her and her choice of words was totally not hers but from the series she used to watch. She was fond of watching Netflix series like the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Lucifer and Curse. By the way, did I mention you that she was a former actress, and stopped her acting career when she got pregnant by my father.

My heart tugged at her words, understanding exactly what she just did to my mum. “Hmm…” Vivian’s words were cut off by my mother's angry voice. “What are you doing here?” My mum snarled the moment her eyes landed on Vivian. I could see the clear recognition in her eyes. And that told me that my mum had still not had another episode yet. She remembered everything. Vivian’s laughter rang out the moment she saw the expression on her face. She walked closer to where my mum laid on the bed—as she struggled to sit up straight.

I froze, holding my breath, until Mom finally let go of my hand and smiled as if nothing had happened. "Just kidding. Head to your room after dinner and get some rest," she said. The weight lifted off my shoulders, and I didn't say another word. I rushed to my room and locked the door behind me. It was terrifying. I saw it clearly. Mom's face just now was all serious. She wasn't joking. Who was the "she" she was talking about? What happened to Mom? I remembered those WhatsApp messages from someone claiming to be Mom, saying the woman in our house was an impostor.

Hehe. "Don't hehe, me young lady?!" Mom finally snapped. "Because of you, I missed this day's episode, How to get rid of my miser husband!" Dad coughed on the other side with what mom said. 'Oh damn, is there such a drama with that title? I'm gonna checked that out later.' "Are you listening to me?" "Yes, mom!" "I was finally able to reach you. You won't be able to run away from me now." And another crap, they were already here.

[Vivienne] Now, what am I supposed to say to that? I swallow instead, thinking hard about how not to sound rude or, well, like an ass. “What happened?” I ask, wondering what might have happened in the short while. The last time I saw his mother, she looked fit as a fiddle. He stands from the couch and walks towards the window, peeking through the shut curtains. “Another episode. But this time it was worse than any of them before. She was out of control.”

He waves the tablet. “The truth about the hospital fire? About what really happened that night? About why Father really chose you?” “Your father chose correctly,” a new voice says, cutting through the tension like a blade. Every head turns toward the doorway. My heart stops. My mother stands there, elegant as ever in a charcoal suit that makes her look more CEO than someone who’s been supposedly dead for years. Her hair has more silver than I remember, but her spine is steel-straight. Her eyes—my eyes—sweep the room with cold precision, landing briefly on where Alex’s hand still rests protectively on my waist.

I could barely focus on what she was saying, but I could tell she was happy. I kept an eye on my father as we ate. He barely spoke, only grunting in response to my mother's stories as usual. His face was unreadable, and I couldn't tell if he was angry or sad. My mother had been talking animatedly about her day, but suddenly, she stopped mid-sentence. A deep, hacking cough erupted from her throat, and she reached for her water glass, her face turning red. I jumped up from my chair, my heart racing. "Mom, are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling. She managed to take a few sips of water, but the coughing continued. "I'm okay, I just swallowed wrong," she said, but her voice sounded strained.

"Are you really going to watch your mother die?" The longer she talked, the steadier she became. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly where my weakness was. She was right. If my mother hadn't died on that operating table, I might have given in. However, she had thrown away the only leverage she had. I drove my foot into Diana's stomach. She slammed into the TV with a loud crash. "My mother's condition no longer matters to me. "All I want now is your life." I raised the knife and stepped toward her.

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

So, she begged my father to do it for her. Watching Dad take the knife, my heart raced. I rushed over to try to knock it out of his hands. Unfortunately, I was dead. I could not touch anything. My fingers passed right through. “Dad, Mom, please don’t! Mom, I don’t hate you! I really don’t! Please don’t do this to yourself!” At first, I did hate her. I hated that she let her own selfish choices cost me my life. But she was still my mom.