Scary Mothers Novels & Stories

But also painfully aware of every breath I pull in. “What do you mean he feared me?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. It trembles anyway. My mother doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she takes off her gloves one finger at a time, revealing small, faint scars on her palm—scars I’ve never seen before. She smooths the gloves, folds them neatly, sets them on my father’s desk. It’s such a gentle motion that it unnerves me more than anything else. “Scarlett,” she begins, “your father… he wasn’t only powerful. He was dangerous. And his enemies were worse.”

"I would do anything for him. I-I love him so much that I would cut out my own heart and give it to him if he needed it. And I don't know if I should feel that way because what's having a baby compared to that? I'm not scared of having children, mom. I'm scared of how much I need him. Ken's mate died. I don't know if I could go on if something happened to David." She gets up and moves to the arm of my chair, leaning over me and bringing her arms around me. "Oh, Brigie," she coos, "don't worry yourself like that." "What if he dies first?" I ask, not embarrassed by my looming tears. "I just don't want to be here without him. Y-You don't understand, mom. Nowhere is safe. He has a target on his

Below was a few feet high, and the place was swallowed in darkness. It turns out, the mother and daughter were in a tall tower. The woman looked at her questioning daughter. She caressed the little girl's soft and beautiful hair and sighed. "Sweetheart, the world is scary." She whispered. "Why is it, mom? Are there monsters with big fangs like in the picture book?" The little girl inquired innocently. The woman smiled sadly. "No, even scarier. Because they can look nice and even beautiful. But their hearts are full of greed and malice." She explained to her daughter, even though she doubted whether the little girl could understand it.

My mother looked at her comrades and muttered, "No, it can't be. It can't be Jessica. This must be a mistake. It must be. Jessica's a prankster. She's just pulling this to ruin her sister's coming-of-age celebration. That must be it!" She tried to convince herself, "Give me a moment. I'll make a portrait. I'll prove that this isn't her!" My mother adamantly requested a pencil and paper. The forensic doctor relented. Yvonne came in slowly. When she saw my body, she screamed and covered her mouth as she scrambled backward. "She's all rotten! Mom, she's hideous!" She leaned on the wall and was retching hard enough to almost take her out. My mother's expression hardened. For the first time in fo

“Faye, why don't you say hello to your grandfather?” Faye blinked hard to her mother, her lips pursed and trembled a little, and reluctantly she glanced at the scary man standing behind her mother's chair. The scary man was looking at her hard as if he was going to hurt her. Faye turned to her mother, her little hands curling around her doll, she was crumpling her doll nervously, her little eyes watering.

She turned to Brynn and screamed, “YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE LUNA!” It was my mother who stood up and walked over to the bitch. Her every step was measured to build up the fear. Everyone knew how scary she could be and was the one person that nobody wanted to be on the bad side of. She fought alongside my father on the battlefield, so you knew she was a deadly beast.

A sharp alarm rang out in everyone's ears. "Failed. Task incomplete!" The mechanical voice echoed through the room. It sounded like a blade stabbing through the bodies of everyone present. My mom froze. The confident expression she had worn moments before completely vanished. She grabbed the phone and began refreshing the app frantically, even smacking the screen a few times. "What's going on? Is the connection broken? Everyone here just saw it. I finished the task!" Her voice trembled. Her whole body was shaking.

She isn't emotionally stable enough to have that much power. “For your safety as well as that of others… Don’t raise your voice at me, young lady.” My mother's cool and patient manner stiffens, and a hint of red in her eyes warns us all that, as loving and gentle as she is, she's a force to be reckoned with. My mom may use her powers sparingly, but she's always been a badass when needed. My dad is fiery and sometimes shouty, but my mom is the really scary one, with her gentle, stubborn nature. I know she can whoop my dad’s ass if she wants to, so we would have no chance.

She was celebrating happily in the house while I was being scolded and beaten by Mom. Grief and anger hit me all at once. Just then, something inside me snapped. I struggled free and shoved her away. I could not help but scream, "If you don't love me, why did you even have me?" Mom froze, caught off guard by my outburst. "You think I wanted you? If it weren't for…" She trailed off, her face going blank as she suddenly stopped talking. Back home, Mom opened another bottle of liquor and drank in the dark living room. She cursed me as she drank, blaming me for ruining Annie's birthday party.

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."