The Good Bad Mother Reviews Novels & Stories

Another reminder that no matter how much I gave, they would always want more. And one day, I knew, they would take everything from me until there was nothing left to give. I just stared at Riley. My face was blank, my eyes hollow, as though I was looking through her rather than at her. And in that still moment, my mother’s voice echoed in my head. “No one is truly evil, Violet. Sometimes, when they show you their bad side, show them your good side. It will eventually get to them.” No, Mother. You were wrong. There are evil people in this world. People who can’t be changed. No matter how many good sides you show them, they will never appreciate it. They will only take your kindness and spit i

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

I never tried to hide it. “My mother and I never deserved her either. She's a rare gem. In fact the world never deserved her. She should be a goddess instead.” She chuckled. “But life happens. The world is never good to good people. And that's one fucking reason why I decided to be a bad bitch. I stole her mate from her. My mother stole her mother's mate, stole her father from her. I got everything and she was left with nothing. The world is never good to anyone who chooses to be good. I'm sure she would have learned her lesson by now.”

All those years, every time the system marked my failures… It was because her software was nothing more than a ridiculous, flawed piece of code. I had tried so hard to do everything right. However, she would rather believe the judgment of a machine than look at me with her own eyes and see whether I had truly tried. To her, every explanation I gave was just proof that I was being lazy. So, again and again, she pushed me closer to my end. "No!" My mom grabbed her hair and screamed. She suddenly rushed forward, trying to smash the phone. "This thing shouldn't exist in the world! It's the source of everything that went wrong. It must be destroyed!"

I felt bad for her as she looked around as if afraid or ashamed. "Son..." I looked up at Joan's call to Jake. I'd been so distracted by the young mother's turmoil that I hadn't even realized he'd stood from the table. "I'm good mom." My heart beat like a runaway train when he approached the beer gutted man who'd been accosting the mother. He looked like he could break poor Jake in half. Mindy was halfway out of her seat before her mom pulled her back down. "Your brother can take care of himself." "Apologize to her." Jake's furious voice carried across the room, he was pissed.

This is where the problem arises for theists, how is it possible for a being who is completely good and created everything to be compatible with evil? What's your answer when someone asks you who gave birth to robbers, criminals, murderers and the like? What spontaneous answer did you give? If you answered "Mom!" What exactly does a mother give birth to? Baby or criminal? In this context, a mother is often blamed and often becomes a scapegoat for her child's behavior. In fact, the first time the mother gave birth to a tiny baby whose heart was clean and made many people feel happy. No mother expects her child to be a robber or a murderer. Babies, joy, hope for goodness become the initial con

His brows met, “But what if they’re the bad guys?” “And what if they’re not?” She caress his crease forehead. His upset eyes roared back at her, “How can you be so sure mother?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Even bad guys has goodness in them.” A particular man does. Kieran’s shoulders fell. Unbelievable. It doesn’t make sense at all. He kept his mouth sealed to avoid further argument with his mother, but that doesn’t mean he agreed to what she said. Innocent? His lips thinned in displeasure, heavily diverting his head away from his mother, not giving her the tiniest opportunity to notice how his sight turned menacingly dark.

"What do I want? You've got the nerve to ask that? Your mom is practically having a heart attack because of you! She couldn't reach you, so she called me!" She kept yelling at me. "Unblock them. Call your mother back. Now." "I have nothing to say to her," I saw through clenched jaws. "You–" Edith uttered. Her voice turned sarcastic. "Is this all because your parents gave your cousin the money from selling the restaurant? There's a reason for that! Your uncle passed away early. Your cousin's been struggling along with his mom. Your parents are just helping them out a little. What's wrong with that?"

The female detective handling the case stared at Mom, barely able to hide the anger in her eyes. "You were too proud and convinced you could never be wrong! You're a highly educated scientist who's never failed in your field, so you stubbornly convinced yourself that you don't make mistakes. You blindly trusted the robot you built and never once believed anything your daughter said! "Think about it. Does it make any sense that a child could go from birth to ten years old without ever getting sick or feeling pain? Does it make sense that she's always healthy? That will never happen, even if you're the most meticulous parent on earth!

“His mom...she didn't stop it?” Tears pricked my eyes, unbidden. I wiped them away angrily, but the image lingered, a boy trapped in a nightmare of betrayal and pain. Knight shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping. “His mom was worse in her own way. She was a dirty animal. When his dad passed out drunk, she'd crawl into bed with him, not for comfort, but she'd do things, in ways no mother should touch her child. And she'd planned to take sexual pictures of him, sell them and later dump him in an orphanage. That's when he learned the truth. That survival means killing, scheming, fighting your way out of the darkness. He grew up in it, Saoirse.”