Psycho Mom Novels & Stories

“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.”

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

My mom rushing in and is sitting on the bed. "Her family! They returned and this happens it's a psychological thing to her brain and all the traumas they inflicted on her is now haunting her dreams again man" "SHIT. Fuck what have I done" I shout out. I kick some stuff around in my room before my mom is in my face trying to calm me down. "Sweetheart don't destroy your room" "It's either this or them" She doesn't move out of my way so he chose her option of them.

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

"You all want to throw me away! Use and dump me. You leaches!" "Mom! please." My shoulders quavered, holding unto her hand in my hair. Holding unto my bag, my clothes. "Please." What did i ever do to deseerve this? What did i ever do! "Oh! Her boobs are going to be out soon." “Hey let go of her. Let go of her you crazy bitch!” Cleo yelled out from afar, equally struggling. Chaos everywhere but it only pushed mom more. She hit more. Cussed more. Yelled even more bringing back memories. Dark old memories I’d long pushed to the back of my mind, all of it rushing forward and attacking me whole in that moment.

"This is how we grew up. When you're a cool kid, you get two moms, and you gotta learn to be specific." He leaned against the counter. "We had a system. Katherine was 'Witch Mom' because she did all the magic stuff. Lauren was 'Wolf Mom' because, well, obvious reasons." He looked at Onika, then at Annie. "So in your case... Onika's clearly Wolf Mom. Easy. But Annie?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Immortal Mom? Fire Mom? Ember Mom? They all sound kinda weird, not gonna lie." Annie shot him a look. "Yeah, whatever."

She is a fantastic mom and wife. “They blame her for what happened to her mom. Sophie was five when her mom died in a car crash. Sophie was also in that car. She blames herself. Her father and brother blame her as well. These men think they are big and tough for beating a little girl, broken bones, bruises, you name it. Now they sold her to someone. Momma is using her contacts with the Mothers Revenge to find out where they are and who they sold Sophie to. So when you are out in town, keep your eyes open. They are unhinged, so be careful. Take a good look at these mugs gentlemen I want them, I want to play with them.” I say, and the men chuckle. They know how I get when we are hunting.