Stranger Things Mom Wheeler Novels & Stories

Tyler was sobbing, snot everywhere, gripping Serena's coat and pointing at the kids who'd been laughing at him. Behind her, the neighbors stood watching, smirking. I had my Tesla towed back. Serena had taken it with the spare key, but the car was registered to me, so the tow company came directly. That afternoon I went back to Emma's room thinking the worst was over. Around three in the afternoon, Serena showed up at the door of Emma's room with her phone propped up on a selfie stick, livestreaming. My mother trailed in behind her. "Come look, everyone. Come see Mia, the daughter who was just claiming to be so devoted to her mother. She kicked her own mother and sister out. She had you all f

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

"It's just a couple friends, baby. They won't stay long. They want to see you and meet Holt. No big deal, I promise." I looked like shit and still have a hard time walking upright with a bazillion stitches lining my stomach, but I remembered life wasn't just about me anymore. I put on a fake smile when he opened the front door. My plastic exterior turned to sobs when Carmella and Kappy rushed through the front door to hug my neck. Before we could get inside the door, they pulled Holt from his car seat to ooh and ahh over him as if there hadn't been a day any of us had been apart. Hale's mom was there along with a couple of guys I didn't know but assumed were his friends.

I was terrified and I just wanted to go home. How could I let myself get into such a crazy ass situation!? I kept mentally screaming to my mom asking her for help, asking her to come get me out of here. Jace grabbed the gun and put it in the back of his pants, covering it with his shirt. There was a huge crash and I heard his mom sobbing. His dad was yelling, but it sounded like he was further away somehow. I then heard a car start, and I wasn't quite in the closet yet so I glanced out the window and saw Victoria running and getting in the car. Mrs. Wheaton was already behind the wheel, her face a bloody mess.

Mole Hill Vancouver. A place where the forgotten and underpaid gather because other parts of the city strain the minimum wage wallets. On the surface, the refurbished houses and fresh-cut lawns make it look ideal to the prospective family, at least until one looks at the crime stats. Warren felt a twinge of discomfort when it came to Mateo because the pendant continued to glow in his presence. How do you explain to a young man, he needs to turn into a tree to keep an evil witch from taking over? The question tumbled against Warren's mind as Theria guided the old Ford Thunderbird into the neighborhood.

“Mom, please.” “I said men with office jobs. Men who complain about meetings. Men who own calculators.” “We are being chased!” “And whose fault is that?” Even then, I nearly laughed. At the end of the alley, a black SUV waited with the engine running. The driver stepped out the second he saw us and opened the back door. “Mr. Aaron.” My mother slowed and gave him a suspicious look. “Why does an armed stranger know my child?” “Mother.” He wisely kept silent.

She struggled to her feet, wild with rage, lunging at Denise. "Denise, if you dare lay a hand on my daughter, I'll kill you!" The words tore from Mom's throat as she slapped Denise across the face, hard. They were locked in a vicious fight, Mom clawing at Denise's hair, her screams filled with fury and agony. Desperation flooded my veins, and I forgot all about Mom's warnings not to run. I had to help Mom. But before I could reach them, they both tumbled over the edge of the balcony, rolling as they fell, crashing onto the ground below.

Everyone stared at Mom with confused expressions. Suddenly, the current triggered on its own. Mom screamed as electricity coursed through her body, making her convulse uncontrollably. Mom looked at the phone in shock. She knew that purple devil signal better than anyone, but it had always been mine. How could a scientist of her caliber be lying? Her confident smile froze. With a sharp gasp of pain, she ripped the chip off. "This is impossible! I am Jessie and Ryan's mother. What's going on? The chip must be malfunctioning," she said, trying to reconnect it with firm resolve.

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

On the day of the topping-out ceremony for the resettlement housing, my mother, Diana Knowles, insists on reporting me to the authorities for shoddy workmanship. It's all because my cousin, Marco Sanford, went to play at the construction site, stepped into the freshly set cement, and scraped his knee. "You think you're so great just because you built a couple of buildings?" Mom screams at me. "I can't just stand by and watch you put the whole town in danger just to make millions of dollars by pocketing the difference!" Marco clutches his bandage and explains quietly, "It's all my fault for climbing over the fence to play there, Aunt Diana. The construction workers even tried to stop me.