Novel & Cerita Scary Mothers

One slip, and she'd be swallowed whole. My stomach lurched violently, my throat constricting. My mother…my mother…dangling above something no human should die in. Acid. Her skin, her bones, her screams... the image carved itself into my skull before it even happened. And then I saw him. Black Scorpion stood in the shadows beside her, his arms folded. His eyes were cold and devoid of expression. "Your mother is seconds from dissolving in acid. And upstairs... your brother is one breath away from being impaled. Dozen nails, straight through the chest,” The words were a deadpan that sent a jolt of pain through me.

“This isn’t real.” “Open your eyes.” He shakes me. “You do what I say.” “You’re dead,” I hiss, “and you’re not what scares me. I stopped thinking about you decades ago.” “Liar,” a feminine voice grates, and I open my eyes to see my mother – skin sheet white and body covered in fang marks. “Even if he is gone, it does not matter. You’re a monster, Christian. I should have bashed your head in the day you were born.”

Just like the night before, a plate was placed in front of Charlotte. But today's plate was especially large. Seeing that, her face turned pale. "I made more, just in case you're still hungry," my mother said, sitting beside me and casting a gentle gaze at Charlotte. However, to Charlotte, my mother's expression was far more terrifying than my father's. I reached out and uncovered the plate in front of her. The large amount of food came into view instantly. Then, I counted it. There were five human heads. Bethany couldn't even finish one, and now Charlotte was expected to eat five.

“It’s scary.” “If you want Mommy to save you from scary things, you have to tell me, okay? What kind of nightmare did you have, hmm?” “You really want to hear?” Bree nodded without a second thought. “I had a nightmare that Daddy took you away from me. It was so scary because Mommy was in a confined space and I kept calling and calling but you didn’t hear me. It was so scary. Daddy is scary, I don’t want to see him at all. We shouldn’t have met him in the first place.”

"No, I don't…" When she lifted her head again and met his eyes, he let out a piercing scream. How could he not, when what he saw was the face of his mother? The same mother who'd been dead for over a decade.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

“What is with you two? Your daughter comes here unmarried and pregnant by someone barely an adult, and you’re happy?” “Baby, isn’t this good?” Xoi asks. “I… I don’t know.” “Xoi, can we speak to our daughter alone?” Mom says. He nods and leaves. Mom sits beside me. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Dad takes the other side. I look at her, and all my fears spill out. “Mom, I’m scared.” She hugs me. “I was 21 when I had your brother, and I was terrified,d too. You’ll be a great mom.”

When we got home, Sean sat in the living room with the baby in his arms. The moment he saw us walk in, he stood up with a smile. “Miley, you are back…” … My mother did not look at him. She walked straight upstairs. The smile froze on Sean’s face. He turned to me, hatred flashing in his eyes. “Your father is dead. This house belongs to me now.” He crouched down until his face was inches from mine. His voice dropped low. “You had better learn your place.” I said nothing. Dad taught me never to argue with crazy people.

Naya replied, biting her fingers. "If she finds out that we trashed her garden she is definitely going to kill us and use our bodies as manures to make the soil more rich in nutrient and the flowers healthier." "She is your mother and I'm sure she won't do that," I frowned not agreeing with them. Even Scarlett that wasn't my biological mom won't take things that far even when I pushed her to the edge. Maya and Naya glanced at each other and bust into laughter. "Trust us, you don't know our mother. She is as scary as fuck. Sometimes I wonder if she was an assassin or a thug in her past life or when she was younger because she acts like one," Naya said, amidst laughter.

Father is not there, or maybe I haven’t seen him yet. "Veronica, hide!“ my mother screams in a whisper. I crouch down to my feet immediately. I was standing near the window, maybe one of those creatures has seen me. I tiptoed; still crouching at my feet to where Mom was shivering, I feared. I embrace her tightly as we weep silently in each other's arms. "What are those, mother?” “LYCANS” I could sense the fear in my mother’s tone as she pronounced it. The Lycans... they have finally gotten us. I have heard stories about them that I considered to be fairy tales. Those dangerous creatures have finally gotten to our pack.