Stranger Things Mom Wheeler Novels & Stories

The sound of a message alert rang out. The sender was an unknown number. Attached was a video. It was a person, hunched over and dressed in rags, with their hair matted and face so filthy that it was nearly impossible to make out their features. Yet those eyes' terror, despair, and pleading were so hauntingly familiar that they sent a chill down my spine. It was Mom. It was really her this time! In the video, Mom was kneeling weakly at someone's feet. Her forehead slammed against the concrete floor, leaving bloody marks with each desperate bow.

Damien, Lisa and Emma were given the green signal but the doctor found out that Luca has serious peanut allergy so we were warned to be careful of what he eats. Now we are at the front of the shopping mall when Lisa spoke up. "Mom? yes ? " Why don't we start with Damien's shopping the mine and Emma's and lastly Luca?. "Sure honey, that's a great idea. what do you think. I asked looking at Emma and Damien. "Yes mom. am in. Yayyy. Mommy will I get many toys? Emma asked. " Yes love, anything for you.

You can feel it, but you couldn’t feel we weren’t walking to the real Elder Brighton earlier? Seriously?! This shit is new to me, and I’m still trying to figure it out. Don’t be a dick. Dario disconnects the link, and I sigh. I know I’m being a bit much, but this is crazy, and my dad is missing. The door opens, and my mom walks in, but she isn’t alone. “You.” “Yes. I'm High Priestess Topaz. Your mom called me for help, so what can I do?”

Just when I thought everything was finally getting back under control, just when I thought I could have a peaceful few days before any rumors resurfaced, Valentina throws this bombshell. My mother is a huge fan of Wake Up NYC. She’s probably watching this right now. Shit. I can’t go home like this. I need time to think. “Turn the car around,” I blurt out to the driver, panic rising in my chest. But the car isn’t even moving. I glance around and realize we’re already parked outside my mom’s house. The trunk snaps shut, and I hear footsteps coming toward me. “Elara Lilith Westwood!”

"Mom!" My daughter, Valerie Walker, and my wife, Giselle White, had actually tried to kill my mother because they were heartbroken over another man. Mom was already running out of time, yet she still had to suffer something this cruel. Staggering on unsteady feet, I hoisted my blood-soaked mother onto my back and rushed to the hospital without stopping. The only staff member who came to see us was an intern, who looked at me helplessly. "I'm sorry," he said awkwardly, "But a VIP's husband got injured. It was really just a small cut on his finger, but she called every specialist over to his side…"

I turned around just in time to see a car speeding toward Mom. The screech of brakes ripped echoed through the air. I froze on the spot, and my mind went blank. Thankfully, the driver reacted quickly and spun the wheel hard. He managed to steer the car away from her. Mom collapsed onto the ground. The driver jumped out of the car and pointed at her furiously. "Are you insane, old lady? Even if you have a death wish, don't drag me into it!"

“Your mom wasn’t only a whistleblower—she was constructing a case.” “And Damien became feeding Alex’s father data approximately to her,” I added, my belly twisting. “She must’ve regarded him as operating in opposition to her.” I flipped to the remaining web page , in which my mom had written a single, haunting sentence: “The reality will cost you the whole thing — however it’s the simplest way to win.” Damien’s Move As if on cue, my telecel smartphone buzzed with a brand new message. It became Damien. Damien: “I recognize what you found. Let’s make a deal. Meet me at the vintage Grayson manufacturing facility tonight. Midnight. Come alone.”

"Mommy, why are we moving again?" The little girl with long curly brown hair sat on the car seat beside her mom, who is busy working on her laptop. “It’s because I found a beautiful house here for Celeste,” Cecilia answered her daughter, Celeste. "Oh, why, Mommy? You don't like our house in Franth?" Cecilia could only force a smile, unable to answer her daughter. What happened to them is too complicated to explain to a five-year-old.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

PART SIX: TROUBLE Recap: Hello, I am boma hart and there are a few things you know or probably just forgot; so mom decided to give me a surprise visit and it's not been even a day, she has started playing Cupid with a stranger inside the shopping mall.