Ross Lynch Mom Novels & Stories

the nurse cried, trying to stop Mom. Mom shoved the nurse away angrily and said, "She is my daughter! I am the one who has the final say!" The scene was a mess. The doctor rushed over when he heard what was going on and questioned sternly, "What are you trying to do, Mrs. Larson?" Mom immediately let go of me. She took a step backward as tears immediately flooded her face. Then, she pointed a finger at my nose and began crying hysterically, "Doctor! Talk some sense into her!

Lance's lips curved, forming a smile. He then said to Ryn, "That's my mom." The nervousness Ryn felt was getting worse. The girl gulped saliva with difficulty and then forced a smile. "I was so nervous," she admitted. Lance chuckled. "You're just going to meet my mom. There’s no need to be nervous. Trust me, she's a good person," the man said. "That's why. I'm only going to meet your mother, but I'm more nervous than I am about meeting my future mother-in-law," the girl said.

The incident caused a massive uproar online. Mom's livestreaming account was flooded with comments and DMs, with people cursing her under every video she posted. On the day of my funeral, many people showed up with white lilies and chrysanthemums in their hands, laying them down by my grave. I felt moved to tears. I didn't think that there would be so many people mourning me after my death. … On the day of the trial, Esther and Emily were seated opposite Mom, submitting multiple pieces of evidence of Mom's abuse of me at home. A chorus of murmured insults rose every time, but Mom just sat in the defendant's seat with a blank expression on her face.

But Tara grabbed me, holding me back with surprising strength. “ You shouldn’t upset Aunt Margaret any further,” she said softly, feigning concern. Mom finished the call and lowered her phone with an air of triumph. Her gaze pierced me, full of smug satisfaction. “It’s done. The box has already been burned. When you chose to do wrong, you should’ve known the price you’d pay.” My arms fell limp at my sides as the fight drained out of me. In my mind, I could see the box engulfed in flames, its contents reduced to ash.

" Jerry was befuddled and completely lost, so Lacey could only tell Jerry everything that had happened the night before. "You acted dumbly! Who are the people you kidnapped?" Jerry asked quickly. He had sensed that this was bad. "They aren't anyone important in particular. The old lady is just a farmer named Sherry Lynch. She's with her daughter. The other two are siblings who fled here from Southlake City," Lacey said. "Sherry Lynch? Sounds familiar," Jerry said, confused. "Sherry Lynch has the same surname as Caspian Lynch, the God of War, and she claims to be his mother," Lacey said calmly.

“We need to act quickly. You have to reach our dead mother. Only you can.” “What?” He breathed before he closed his eyes briefly. “All of this is a lot. I need time to process everything. What about our mother? How do you know she’s dead? What’s going on?” “There’s no time to explain all of that,” I replied. “For now, you just have to help us find Mother.” Lynch looked at us. Like we were asking him to do the impossible. Like we had lost our minds. Then he gave us a tired sigh, but his eyes burned with determination. “Fine. I’ll find her, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

" The news dropped like a bombshell, and everyone went absolutely nuts. Right then, Mom spotted me. She was about to rush over when the crowd blocked her way. "Ms. Lynch, explain yourself! Is what he said true?" "Ms. Lynch, is three thousand dollars not enough because you gave it all to your son, Oliver?" Flustered, Mom exclaimed, "That's not true! I still need to get my medication! The cost of living is high right now, and I've even lost my house and have to rent. I'm just an old woman who sleeps in parking lots. Why are you all kicking me while I'm down?"

Lynd's whining made Liona have to be more patient with her sister's whining. “You can't. Mom will be there today until the store closes.” “Okay... All right, I get it.” Lynd though often difficult when told, but he never denied the words of Mother or Liona. Liona stood up, walked back to her room on the second floor. Then Lynd walked over to Mom's room. Lynd was looking for something she could bring for mom, like warm clothes maybe because Mom would be in the store until night.

“Mom, I've been—” “Busy,” Liz cut in, sticking her tongue at me. “Silly girl.” Mom pointed the knife at her. “You've eaten half the groceries, but you've done nothing to help. You won't even help me wash them.” Liz looked entirely unrepentant. Mom turned back to me, eyeing me up and down. “Well... your breasts have filled out nicely. There has to be a man somewhere doing the Lord's work.” She winked. “Mom.” I pressed my fingers to my forehead.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly. Just as she wavered, the screen carried a voice.