Novel & Cerita Scary Mothers

Scarlett’s heart raced as she and Storm entered the hospital, making their way down the stark hallways with hurried steps. The bright, antiseptic lights felt cold and indifferent, amplifying the fear coiled tight in her chest. By the time they reached her mother’s room, Scarlett’s anxiety had escalated, but nothing could prepare her for the sight that met her eyes. Her mother lay on the hospital bed, writhing slightly in pain, her pale face damp with sweat. Scarlett rushed to her side, gently holding her mother’s hand. "Mom, I'm here," she whispered, struggling to keep her voice steady.

I didn't know, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. She stopped in front of a painting, her mother's painting. It was a beautifully haunting piece depicting a woman – her mother – standing in the middle of a storm, defiant and unbroken. Skye's eyes were wide with wonder, fingers tracing the painted edges delicately. "She painted this," I said, breaking the silence. "Your mother. It was her way of expressing what she felt, what she saw." Skye turned to look at me, surprise evident in her eyes. "She painted?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. I nodded, "Yes. She had a talent for it. Said it helped her focus, helped her control her powers."

I did want to marry Gerald, but I had the wrong plan. "Mother." I bit my lip nervously. Mother was silent. "That's Ra-Ra-" "Want to say what else?! Want to kill the mother right now? Does it seem you like to see mothers suffer like this? How is that possible, a girl like this mother? If it's a man who is grown up, it's fine. This is a little boy, little Rara!" Mother screamed at the end of her voice. My body is shaking. I'm scared. I'm most afraid of people who have loud voices.

Anna hisses angrily, “You don’t care about anyone but yourself, don’t you?! Your mother was just like this--” “Stop bad-mouthing my mom!” Scar grunts, squeezing the words through her clenched teeth, “You think you can talk shit about her because I didn’t know her? I don’t, because you stole me from her arms! Let me put my cards on the table: I WILL get to the bottom of my mother’s so-called accident, and you will go to prison for murder!”

Scarlett’s POV My mother was not a woman who panicked easily. She had raised me alone for years and had managed grief and loneliness and every ordinary crisis of motherhood with the kind of steady practicality that made her formidable. But the sight of blood did something to her that nothing else did, some ancient maternal alarm tripping over everything else, and the sound that came out of her was not a scream but something worse than a scream, a high, caught, desperate intake of breath that filled the room.

I’d walked straight into his trap, playing my part without even knowing. “Why do you need me to intercept Leonidas’s pack, Father? What games are you playing now?” My words came out sharper than I intended. Darian laughed, the sound deep and mocking. “Oh, you silly girl. What did you think I sent you there for? To fall in love and make babies?” His smirk twisted into something cruel. “Please. No one will ever want that with you, not while you’re my daughter. Don’t you know vampires are seen as monsters? Who would want a monster as a wife… or a mother?”

The quirky and funny mother had suddenly become an authoritative person, and from the looks of it, Mark’s mother isn’t into the type to listen to nonsense now. Both Angelo and Mark felt that terror and dread that was slowly creeping on their skin. The both of them slowly looked at each other and began to feel skittish, “Now explain it in words that I can understand well.” With push and pull- the two of them started- to fight- on who would tell what had happened- to the scary mother of Mark. “Don’t waste my time or, else; a grave punishment awaits you.” Mark’s mother said with a benign smile.

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

She knew it was true: she was becoming a vampire. Reading her mom’s journal had convinced her. Her mom had been one, too. She felt sure of it. She didn’t understand how, or when, but she knew it was true. Her mom knew. And when she saw her mom’s note, that she must stop her, it was like a knife through her heart. Scarlet felt that her mom wanted her dead, and after that, she could not bear to see her mom again.

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