Stranger Things Mom Wheeler Novels & Stories

Everyone was shocked, to say the least, I am the know-it-all kind of person and for me not to be on my best during classes surely earned me a few scoldings from my mom later at home. I can still remember the time I did something like this a few years ago and it was so bad. I got bruises all over my body that I have to be extra careful when moving. That made me realize that crossing my mom is definitely a no-go even though I am still her child. My mind was wrapped around the thoughts of the morning stranger and my early execution because of him. But, even though they will be in the pondering mixture of my unconscious state or not, I don't have the grasp nor the ability to stop thinking about

“You don't know me. And another thing, what the hell's wrong with you? You got a thing for married older women with kids or what? What kind of ploy is this- offer them a job and they'll come running? Are you insane?!" "Cash wait-" But no. I was done waiting. I was a speeding bullet on a one-way track to utter destruction, flames, and all. Her luck had run out. There was no stopping my fury this time. "What's the matter with you, huh? How are you going to just stand here and let this bastard sweet talk you like that? What about Dad?!" Mom bit her lip, her golden eyes flitting nervously from me to the stranger behind us. Good. At least she had the decency to look embarrassed after getting caug

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

"Your mom was in a group. They called it the Seraphim. They thought your family could control a big network." "What network?" "A group that controls money and power everywhere. Your mom wanted that power. She still does." Celeste looked at the photo. "Who's the other woman?" "My mom." Celeste's head went up fast. "What?" "They were friends. Until your mom hurt her." "You should have told me." "I wanted to. But if you knew too early, you would have looked for her. And she would have been ready." Celeste shook her head. Everything spun. "So what now? I wait for her to come?"

“Claire, the one who died is your mother. Go see her one last time.” She froze for several seconds before suddenly exploding in rage. “My mom would never go to this kind of low-end market! Only your mom, that money-grubbing peasant, would come here just to snatch discounted groceries!”

Chloe woke up the next morning on the couch with a crick in her neck and a bit of a headache. She was exhausted and didn't know what to do. First, she needed to call Aunt Lane. She was the only family Chloe had left, and she needed to tell her what happened or at least summarize. She didn't want to repeat the whole story again. She hadn't wanted to tell the story last night to Mr. Policeman, but he was just sitting there nibbling away at her soul with his eyes and his smirk, and god, he was something. She wouldn't mind office sex with him.

Just like that everything ruined even my confidence as a mother. I’m back to the jail of the past… “Mom!” Clyde look up and wave his hand, “come here, let’s play together!” He smiles widely at me. I wave my hand back at him, “I will cook first, just enjoy but don’t push him too hard.” About Zafer. “I won’t, Mister is just my bodyguard!” He giggles again and looks at Zafer who salutes him. They both chuckled, “can I request something, mom?” He said.

Mom looked sick “You weren’t supposed to come here.” “I wasn’t supposed to lose forty million dollars either.” Tomás immediately moved slightly in front of me.The stranger noticed then his gaze shifted between us carefully,then to Sofia I could see as recognition flashed across his face instantly. “So the attachment reports were accurate.” Every instinct inside me screamed. “Who the hell are you?” He smiled faintly. “Someone trying to clean up a mess your mother helped create.” Mom stepped forward suddenly. “No more tests.” “That stopped being your decision months ago.”

Mom screamed. She swayed, and her knees gave way. With a thud, she fell to the floor. After some time, she returned to her senses. She pointed at the body in disbelief. "W-What's her name?" Someone answered, "I think she's called Xenia Hudson. What a nice name." Another asked, "What's wrong?" Like a puppet, Mom stood up stiffly. Her eyelashes trembled, and she seemed devastated. Reaching out, she tried to caress my face.

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"