Novel & Cerita The Good Bad Mother Reviews

I give her a big hug through the tears I managed to croak the comfort to my mother. “ do not feel guilty for the actions of a bad man mother you didn’t reciprocate the feeling he had for you but you are not accountable for his actions or misdeeds what he does and how he responds is on him and I will not allow him to dim you light because he can’t find his own” Mother is now crying uncontrollably like the weight of the world has finally been lifted off her. I tell her to keep me updated and take my leave with Destin hot on my heels.

he added as he stood up from the bed and trod outside to his mother's study room. He was halfway through the hall to the study room when he heard his mother on the phone. He consciously tiptoed to the door to prevent being heard. "What are you saying Zed?, How did things go this bad? I asked you to keep an eye on him and Riley as well. You never get things done right." she exclaimed furiously. "I'm sorry ma'am, I tried my best but couldn't get the chance to kill Riley nor her mother," he answered.

Dad said without even sparing her a glance. "What do you mean, Dad? She looks like a serial killer," Matt helpfully gave his opinion like it mattered. "Watch it," Brit threatened with a kitchen knife. "You all seeing this?!" "Okay, that's enough you two," Dad said. Hah, these two never stop to amuse me. My Dress: [Insert dress description] With the stupid heels With the stupid heels The bottom line is I will not survive this. "Okay, let's go," Matt said.

I clenched my fists and uttered through clenched jaws. Now that I had figured it out, she stopped pretending entirely. "Didn't you say you're tough enough to move out? Let's see how you'll do that after you lose your job. I'm your mother. As long as I'm alive, you'll have to listen to what I say." I was in complete despair. The woman standing in front of me looked more terrifying than an actual monster. Was I really her daughter? Why did she seem happier the more miserable I became?

She held on to me and pulled me out of the abyss, no matter how I thought I didn't deserve it. My mother's eyes watered. "Can I hug you?" she asked in a breaking voice. It was tempting. My eyes closed, and I took myself back to Mad's words. "Look at me... Your mother was right about one thing. You are better off without her." she said, holding my face, and breathing life into my eyes. "She's not what you needed. She was abusive and crazy. She was going to kill you. Her child. She's not worthy of you. She should be in jail for that."

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

I just left my mouth open. “Excuse me?” Andrei asked, his tone remained calm, polite, but there was an edge now. I dropped my fork, and Red stood, kicking her chair back. “Mom, don’t ruin this. Get to know him. You used to say he was a bad pick for me, and now you’re saying I’m the problem?” Our mother crossed her arms, facing Red with a death stare. “He is not good for you, Red. Just look at him. He’s so fake. Putting up this nice guy act. I bet the real him is as selfish and uncaring as you are.”

"Her husband is trying to be a good son-in-law at her mother's deathbed, and she doesn't even try. Now, she's stopping him from handling the funeral. Calling her an animal is an insult to animals!" "Her parents worked so hard to raise her, and this is the result? She's worse than a dog!" "Stop wasting time with her, Mr. Blackwood! If she won't sign the divorce papers, sue her! No one's going to back this madwoman! We're all on your side!" Hayden, still unwilling to give up, tried to convince me again. "When your mom was admitted to the hospital, I made sure she got priority treatment. You weren't like this back then!

I saw the pity and guilt reflecting in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What kind of mother are you to say something like that about your own child?" Mrs. Davis used her frail body to shield me as she tried to reason with Mom to make her back down. But Mom was never one to be reasoned with. Sneering, she gave me a cold glance that sent chills down my spine. As she raised her hand, Mrs. Davis still stood in front of me, perhaps unable to believe that Mom would resort to violence against her. But I knew better. Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count.

He asked, arching his brows confusingly. “You do know your mother is a bad person right? Think back to everything she’s done, she destroyed your childhood because of her thirst for vengeance, groomed you into helping with her destruction, instead of giving you a peaceful nice life. She kidnapped my mother, wanted to kill me and almost succeeded, wrecked my father’s legacy, ruined my life by pitching me into a marriage with a city monster. She’s done a lot of awful things, are you in support of us putting her down?” She ended her speech with the hectic question, a bit skeptical on the response she expects from him. “She’s my mother..” Theodore cited in a low soft voice, head falling low in li