Romance Novels With Horrible Mother In Law Novels & Stories

Mrs Tom widened her eyes in disbelief when she found Rapheal coming with an old woman who had made Rachel's and her life suffer. "M-mom!?" exclaimed Mrs Tom in shock. "Mom why are you here, huh?! Do you want to make me and Rachel suffer again!" snapped Helda hatefully. Grandmother sobbed. "Why do you have the heart to be rude like this to your own mother-in-law? Is it because I can't give you a lot of money and you're old, you left me." Rapheal looked Mrs Tom and Grandma alternately. Raphealwas very surprised when his future mother-in-law snapped at this old woman harshly. There was deep hatred in Mrs Tom eyes, as if filled with long held anger and grudges.

I retorted, trying to act nonchalant and never taking my eyes off the book I was reading. “Fleeting romance? Hah! With you acting like this? Do you really want me to believe that? Next time, you'd be asking us to marry her!” I let out a heavy sigh, closing the book with a snap and I could feel my eyebrows twitching in irritation. “I don't know where I went wrong. There are so many beautiful female lycans out there. I've introduced you to them yet you chose a measly human?!”My mother continued ranting while pacing back and forth.

"I'm only doing this for you, Johnny! This is just between you and me. No one else needs to know. You've been married for a year, and Annie still hasn't given you a child yet. She should've been kicked out ages ago! "On the other hand, Lily is young, innocent, and healthy. She could have several kids without a problem. Once she does, I'll take them back home to raise. Your life here won't be affected at all." "But Mom, aside from not having kids, Annie is great in every other way. I'm worried that if she finds out..." Johnny hesitated. Karen glared at him exasperatedly and chided, "A barren woman is useless! You're too soft-hearted and always so indecisive. Just listen to me and do as I say.

“We weren’t expecting you.” The woman smiles coolly and turns to me. “Mrs. Salvatore,” she says, like announcing a final score. But her disgust didn’t go unnoticed. So she existed. The elusive matriarch. I remember flipping through the novel in a fit of rage at 2 a.m., hoping for at least one good smut scene to justify Arianna’s tragic existence, only to find pages and pages of cold family dinners and painfully dull charity galas. Boring. Bad author.

she said with that crow-like voice. “I'm sorry, I don't make conversations with prostitutes.” She looked like she swallowed a ball from how red she got. “Are you stupid Adrian? I'm your mother and you're meant to treat me with respect.” “My mother is currently at work.” I replied coldly, I walked over to her and stood in front of her. “What I see is an old, stupid and annoying parasite that abandoned her child and husband all because she couldn't buy a new purse anymore.” “I did what I had to do to survive in this society, It's life. She shrugged nonchalantly. “You will understand when you're older.”

"You accuse of cowardice when you are the one who is more AFRAID OF ME!" "Well, at least I admit that I'm afraid of you!" I fold my arms as we both have a glaring contest. "Do you?" "You don't know anything, blinded by your mother's words and not knowing how she ruined a family that embodies perfection." There he goes again. Each time he mentions my mother, my blood boil, my anger rises above every time he says it. "I don't know anything?" I scoff as I chuckle. "DO YOU THINK I'M THAT STUPID?!" I exclaim, making Luca flinch.

“My mother was not a whore.” The lord of hell smiled savagely, re-taking his barbaric grip on her arm as he spoke; precisely twisting it. “Their is the fiery spark of my mother I believe is strange to find in you. And your mother is a whore, after all; you must’ve seen the amount of suitors that used to exit her chambers every day.”

"And here's the truth: I'm not perfect. But I never cheated. I never faked my vision. I've battled for every inch beneath my feet. If people despise me for that, so be it. I refuse to apologize for surviving." By the time she left, #SerenaSpeaks was trending. That night, Damien faced his mother again. Her expression was taut with disappointment. "You lost her." she stated. "She's not an object to be owned," he replied. "She's an asset gone rogue," she asserted. "She's a woman reclaiming her story," he countered. His mother rose to her feet. "Then you're no longer fit to oversee her file."

I had to survive on my own. My stepmother, Sally, was a different story entirely. My father didn't maltreat me in any other form apart from ignorance but then, my stepmother ticked the remaining boxes. She was especially sly, envious, and cruel. She would fabricate lies against me to get me punished by my father. She took sides with her daughter, Emily, no matter how wrong she was. I didn't mind this at all. All I blamed was fate for allowing my own mother to die at such an untimely age.

His breath is hot on my face, smelling of mint and whiskey. "Your father’s dying, Anastasia," he sneers, his eyes boring into mine, seeing every weakness, every fear. "The treatments aren't working. You need the best care, and you can’t afford it. Think about it. One night of being my whore, and your father lives." "You bastard," I spit, my vision blurring with tears of rage. "Don't talk about him."