Psycho Mom Novels & Stories

“Don’t call me mom anymore! After setting a date with your brother, take the check with you and leave. Never appear in front of me again.” Taking a deep breath, Summer told herself not to listen. “Mom, the doctor said that you have some mental issues. I have hired a psychologist and you will see him tomorrow.”

Jay was right however I couldn’t respond to him because my attention shifted to my mom who released an ear-piercing scream before she could hear that I was around. “She has been acting unlike herself, my king. We are worried she would hurt herself again. I–” “What do you mean she will hurt herself again?” I queried and the female gamma bowed to me before responding. She made me understand that my mom had been dealing with severe health and mental conditions like self-harm, hallucinations, and memory loss. “Why didn't anyone tell me anything!” I yelled, causing the female gamma to flinch from me. She and the others crumbled to the floor, bowing with their heads hitting the earth.

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba

she says with a weak smile and I turn to look at her and cock my head to the side. "I'm worried that's all. That girl you call Sabrina sounds like a psychopath. I wouldn't want anything happening to my one and only child. She should be expelled from the university for all I care," mom rolls her eyes and I laugh a little. I sound weak. "That's my girl, keep smiling, and don't go anywhere near that crazy bitch." "Mom!" I exclaim in shock, my mom never uses such words, she never even curses. "What? You heard me, a bitch, that's what she is" mom says.

Wendy had finally exposed her trail. I wanted to tell Mom that this was her supposed gentle daughter she so adored. Mom stepped forward deliberately, making her presence known. She looked at Wendy, who now seemed tense, and smiled. “What are you watching so intently, sweetheart? A drama? I was just tired from work earlier. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Mom was the city’s most renowned criminal psychologist. She had long sensed something was wrong. However, Wendy relaxed instantly, believing she had not been heard. Rather, she was certain she still held the image of the innocent, kind-hearted, good daughter in Mom’s eyes.

The knock on my door startles me, and I jump. "Who is it?" I ask. "Its mom dear, May I come in?" "Yes," I tell her, and she comes in, shutting the door behind her. "How are you doing, dear?" "I am not sure how to answer that, mom. I have a psycho in my head talking to me. My sister and best friend are with the said psycho. I have no idea what to do, and oh yeah, I can't think of what to do because he can read my thoughts." I tell her, giving her the most sarcastic smile I can manage. She sits down on the bed beside me and places her hand on my knee.

she screamed like a madman. People were already looking at them so Evo quickly covered her mouth. "B-Babe . . . Don't badmouth the old woman anymore . . . It's embarrassing. You're known to be highly educated and sophisticated, don't ruin your image just because of that grandma. Just let her go." She is not a hot-tempered person, but maybe because of her pregnancy, she becomes hot-headed. "Let's go! Wishing that skinny old woman could have stepped on shit," he said, still aggravated while pulling on Evo's arm.

Something they had always been proud of until recently. They created a monster because in the Mafia the weak get eaten but they never knew this monster would turn on them too. Damians father didn't allow his mother to play the role of mom because to him it would make him soft. Although whenever the old man wasn't around Damians mom would always go and try to show Damian some affection, it didn't help lessen the hate he had for them.

“But look at us! I am homeless. Look where you are living. We are drowning, Mom. We are completely ruined... because of Echo. She’s doing this. She’s punishing us.” The dam inside me broke. I sobbed... ugly, shaking sobs and Mom rushed forward, pulling me into her arms ... “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered, rubbing my back. “We will figure this out. Everything will be fine.” “No, Mom.” I trembled against her. “There’s nothing to figure out. This is Echo. She’s coming for us.” She held me tighter. “Just relax. We will be okay. We will get back on our feet. I promise.”

His father tried to follow, but Jaden shot him a glance, icy and sharp. “Stay out,” he said simply. Inside the room, he closed the door and locked it. The soft hum of hospital machines surrounded him. He approached her slowly, deliberately, a calm predator in motion. “Mother… are you okay?” Her eyes snapped open. Recognition and fear collided. Without thinking, she slapped him hard across the face. “Get away from me, you monster! Get away!” Jaden tilted his head, psychotic grin spreading across his face. “No… it’s me, Mother. I’m your son.”