Turning Red Mom Name 소설 & 이야기

This made me think about how a present and loving father would have prevented me from the problems I have today. "What are you doing?" I leave my backpack on the first sofa in front of me and walk towards them. "Drake has never seen Bloon, so I decided to show what she was like as a teenager" Bloon Angel Hilst Collins, better known as Mommy, to me. A stunning redhead who died too young, with too many plans, in too much pain.

The moment I stepped in, she violently shut the door. "Your daddy is coming, keep shut." She seemed to be avoiding Daddy for some reason, which I wouldn't concern myself with. "Mary, we are ready," she told someone on her phone. Just then, the adjoining door on one side of her room was pulled open and Dad's sister came in. "Follow me," she told her. The Aunty took my hand and together we trailed behind dad's sister, whom for the first time I heard someone call her real name, Mary. The name doesn't suit her at all.

I said loudly and excitedly as ever, “Hundred! Can you do that? All must be in the same color, red? It must be red!” “Crazy,” he panted and eyed me as if I turned into a puppy. “You were the crazy, don't you realize it? I totally got it gold this time!” I blink intentionally, smile sweetly. Mom once said that blinking makes me so innocent that no one would thought to harm me or even change a mind when I everything is set! “Anyway, I didn't yet know your name. What's your name, handsome?”

Tall and lanky hunched into her seat on one side, almost Gertrude's height even sitting, while portly and round, with tiny glasses she couldn't possibly see a thing out of, perched on the other, sausage fingers picking at her lower lip over and over. "This is Elegance Faster," Mom gestured to giant witch. Elegance? Holy. Her mom had a terrible sense of humor. "And Periwinkle Rhodes." Seriously. What was wrong with witches and naming their kids? Every witch mother needed to be taken out and shaken vigorously. My own included.

Mom reminds him. “I don’t want her to have to wait until she is 3 or 4 to have a good mom. Mom has taught me what a mother should be and I want to pass that to Bella, my daughter, Bella.” “What is her full name?” Mom asks. “Isabella Marcella Bazin,” I tell them. “I need time to process this,” Dad says and I hear him walk away. “Mom,” I call out. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m still here,” Mom says.

“But—” “Then stop worrying,” my mom interrupted. “It won't do your father any good.” “I can't control my emotions!” I protested. “Stop yelling on the phone like a child,” Mom ordered wearily. "You are the heiress of Red Moon Inc. a multi-million dollar company with thousands of employees worldwide. Do you realize the weight of your burden?”

"You still feel a sense of loyalty for her, even if she's dead and I'm the only one-" My eyes widened when Dad suddenly grabbed Mom by the hem of her shirt. His eyes were full of fury, his eye colors now flickering between Red and Brown. "Don't you ever mention her name or her death, ever again!" He growled angrily. In one flash, I supersped to them immediately. "Get your hands off her!" I growled. Kaelis taking control and my eyes switched to Red. A flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes and his brows twitched. He dropped Mom carelessly and she slumped to the floor.

He said to her and tilted his head to the side in a menacing way Summer, embarrassed by her unwelcome guest's response turned to apologise. Her heart stopped Her mother stood in front of her. One hand on her hip smiling manically. The nails on her hand grew to sharp talons which appeared to scratch at her green dress. Thats when Summer saw it Her mothers eyes were not the emerald green that she had always remembered. They had turned to a swirl of ruby red. Her mothers hair that was once a mousy blond, shifted colour into a reddened bloody mixture. Summers mouth dropped open Her mother's complexion was ghastly. A bitter cry came from her mouth

"Mom." ----

My mom appeared with a huge smile on her face, but one of her cheeks was red. "He left!" she exclaimed, smiling. Yay! - I shouted, jumping out of bed and running into her arms. But Mommy... She looked at me, still smiling. What is it, dear? What is that red mark? - I touched her cheek. "It's nothing, my son." She smiled sadly. "Is this another one of those mysterious brands?" I asked, curious. After all, Mom always showed up with some mysterious mark, which she always said was nothing.