Psycho Mom Novels & Stories

“Anyway, how are you doing, sweetheart?” I notice my mom pauses as she looks at her. Then my mother’s eyes look at me. I know that look. She sensed something. My mother is an empath. She can sense things, feel things, or see things others would not. ‘What is it?’ I mind-link her. “I feel a dark presence with her. I need more time with her, but I think there may be dark magic placed on her.’ Mom responds. “What?” I say out loud. “What?” Kemira jumps and mimics me.

"Let's just head back over to the tables, P. We're not gonna be able to reach those guys, and I would hate to have to hurt someone's feelings if they think to try me." Psy laughed. "For a person with no wolf, you are probably stronger than them all, but they're all too blind to notice. You talk a lot of crap, but at least you definitely have the skill to back it up." We laughed more. "Heck yeah. My momma ain't raise no weakling." Psy got silent out of nowhere. I looked and noticed her eyes fogged over. I knew she was being mindlinked. She finally focused back and gave me a sad smile.

"He was your target Carmen Santini. Your target. And he wasn't innocent." "He was just like me. A desperate and helpless child. " I let go of my hands. "He killed his parents. He killed your mother. And he was gonna kill you too." "He didn't have a choice. He didn't." I said softly, tears on the brink of falling. "A failure. A weakness. Are you going to fail us again?" "He..has his reasons." "You believe him? Why would you believe a psycho." "Because.." "Because what." "Because i understand him."

"No way, this has to be fake. That can't be a real person!" "Exactly! That doesn't even sound human. She's using a robot to fool us!" Mom's face was drained of color. "No, that's impossible! Something's wrong! "Elsa, get up! Don't play games with me. You're doing this to spite me, aren't you?" However, the robotic version of me didn't move. Mom began kicking and hitting me, as if pain could somehow wake "me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength.

I remember her saying that after I told her the truth about my life all along. I thought she was only trying to make me feel better, but seeing her reaction now, she didn't care that my Mom changed men at will. In fact, she admired it. What a weirdo she is. "I was so skeptical about the retreat. What does a psycho want with my daughter?" Mom started as soon as Mr Pete zoomed out of the hotel parking lot. "It's fine now, she's a smart girl, besides her brother was there on time", Archer tried to console her,

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

She didn't have a lot of options. Her family members were beginning to get suspicious about everything she did. Because of her constant outings and unexplained walks, they'd began to think she was up to something. Her mother, for instance thought she was selling drugs. She couldn't let them find out about her key collection because she'd collected keys from almost everyone in the small town. People who didn't share her passion wouldn't understand the lengths she sometimes had to go in order to acquire keys. Being a key collector had to be the hardest thing ever.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

The hospital advised committing her to a psychiatric ward, and I agreed. Inside the psychiatric ward, Mom was strapped to the bed. She seemed partially aware as she screamed, "Tara Buckner! I'm your mother! How could you send me here? You're really cruel! I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted. I should have just let you die back then!" I looked at the madwoman in front of me, flipping through some papers casually. "Cruel? I just did what you never got the chance to do. You were planning to drive me insane all along, weren't you?

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"