Sally Face Mom Novels & Stories

Her expression shifted from irritation to shock, and then finally to something twisted. She suddenly grabbed my chin and stared at me. Once she realized my face was actually healing, I twisted the knife. "Mom, what's happening to your face? You look so much older than when I left. Maybe you should see a doctor." Mom went deathly pale. She let out a piercing scream, clapped her hands over her ears, and bolted for her room. The door slammed with a deafening bang. I knew then that my plan was working perfectly.

"That doesn't make any sense. If you're not my fiancée, then how—" "Call me Mom." Silence. Complete, absolute silence. Caleb stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "What did you say?" "I said call me Mom." I rose to my feet, looking down at him. "Because while you were off playing house with your rogue girlfriend, I married your father."

’ I shouted and stormed out of their room, only to run into the cheat. “Hey, baby, you don't have to be too hard on yourself. You know I'm here for you, right?” he said, blocking my path with his body. And instead of telling him to excuse me, I raised my hand and delivered the hardest slap I could muster to his face. He bent over and held his cheek, creating a passage for me. My palm stung, but I had no doubt that his face hurt more because of the way he groaned in pain and the way my aunt ran out of her room upon hearing the sound.

She was just about to walk through the office doors. “Good morning, Danielle! You alright, darling?” I asked. Danielle was a gorgeous Sussex girl with hazel eyes, the cutest button nose, a curvy body, and a wonderful, goofy personality. Her dark brown -almost black- hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and as she rotated to face me, her plump lips turned upward and parted, revealing a perfectly white set of teeth. “Alright, love. You?” she responded, grinning. “I’ve been better, but honestly, it’s nothing that seeing your pretty face can’t fix”, I said, holding my arms out for a hug.

"Mom, come to your senses! Is what Hope said true? Deny it, please!" But before she could say anything else, Mom swung her hand and slapped Grace across the face, screaming, "Get away from me! My daughters were already sold! You're not my daughter. You're a liar! Where's my precious son? Did you steal him? Give him back to me!" Stunned by the slap, Grace clutched her face and sat on the bed, her gaze hollow. The mention of a son sent Mom spiraling further. She grabbed Grace's dress, and when Grace didn't respond, she lunged and tried to bite her.

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

The second Mom walked in, her eyes started darting around the suite. She looked from my face to Bruce's, trying to figure out if we'd fought. "Kyla... did you two argue?" I dropped my gaze and stayed quiet. Bruce kept his face cold, stood, and walked into the study. The door slammed shut behind him. Mom's lips twitched. Satisfaction flashed in her eyes. At dinner, Bruce and I sat at opposite ends of the table. Mom stayed between us, glancing back and forth. Then she suddenly said, "Zoey, serve Bruce some cream soup."

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"