Understanding The Borderline Mother Novels & Stories

She even took a knife and slashed at my skin, leaving trails of blood. That bloody scene shocked my dad. The man who had always been absent suddenly exploded. He raised his hand and slapped my mom hard across the face. "You crazy woman! How could you treat my child like this? Do you have any humanity left? That's our son... Your own flesh and blood!" My mom's head snapped to the side from the blow. However, this time, she did not fight back. She did not argue. She just stared blankly ahead. "This…isn't my fault…"

Clad in high heels, she stumbled and slammed into the blackboard. "How dare you push me!" she shrieked. "Security! Where are the guards?" I took off my coat and wrapped it tightly around the shaking Ava. Seeing the bloody scratches on her legs hurt me so much that it felt like my heart was bleeding and dripping with blood. "The skirt's ruined, Mommy… Am I a bad girl?" she whimpered in a hoarse voice as she curled into my arms. "No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay."

“When you said you wanted to go out on a territorial survey, I was more than happy we were strengthening our border security so nothing like this would even happen. But it did. And where were you?” The question mother asked hung heavy and unavoidable like an elephant in the room. “All I wanted was for Ariana to be safe, and you criticize me for it. I don’t like this, I don’t want it. I’m leaving,” mother said, getting up. She brushed past Marco, who held her hand. Mother turned and looked at his hold, then at his face. Her eyes narrowed before she freed her arm from his grip and left, shutting the door with a loud bang.

she had made that clear over and over again. His mother had been nothing short of kind and sweet ever since she had adopted him, That's why Adrian could never relate to the version of her the workers seemed to have, he had never met that woman they feared so much, and then, there was this person AA. Adrian was sick and tired of them! why were they messing up with their business? Why do people push others to the edge and then act confused when react or move? Why do people assume that someone would somehow remain static or was born void of emotions and feelings?why though? make it make sense!

As I had expected, my mother was spitting poison out for me. It was not new but I couldn't tell why it hurt me so much. “First of all, I am not your son so don't you dare cross that line. And if I was a child, you won't be fucking my father so easily when we had threats of rogue invasion. Because I am one of the soldiers that keeps the borders safe.” Loid growled at my mother angrily. The way he disrespected my mother. I couldn't say I didn't like it.

"Kory, where the hell are you? Don't tell me you're in the human realm! Those creatures are unsightly and vile Kory. How can you live with them!? Talk with them? Breath the same air those things do? Kory, you're Royalty! You know that? You're a failure doesn't mean you're family! Your constant fails won't rub off on your sweet brother; he can never be as lowly as you. He knows the true importance of working hard, unlike you Kory! Your brother is the only day or sunshine we have in this family. You're the black sheep yes, but that doesn't give you the right to leave. Kory you're a failure and..." Kory ended the call abruptly. She tossed her phone on the floor. It broke into numerous piece but

Of course, meaning we’ll do as we like. “The border patrol reports… an absence,” another prodded. “There will be no search.” “You cannot know she is safe,” a third pressed. “I know what happens if you find her.” My voice dropped to steel. “And it ends with your blood on my floor.” My father’s ring scraped the table. Warning. Pride. I didn’t care which. Mother’s gaze lifted then, sharp and steady. She didn’t speak—she didn’t have to. Her look cut deeper than words: You are breaking what the Goddess gave you, boy. And you know it.

She said: "There are people there who have been doing the founding ground's work for years without knowing the founding ground existed. Not warmth readers specifically — a different community. People who have been managing the space between two large packs with the specific skill of people who live in border territories and understand that the margin is not a lesser place but a different one with its own knowledge." I held her gaze. I thought about Barr in the eastern valleys. The knowledge of the between-places. The specific competence of people who lived in the margins and understood them. "The border knowledge," I said. "Yes," she said. "The way the Harren and Mourne boundaries create a t

She pursed her lips unconsciously. "Your husband will be home, Mom. He is not a child." Speak of Abihirt, and a defensive attitude would pervade Barbara's shoulders. Moreau did not know if she had just said something wrong so her mother's eyelids widened, almost like glaring and then the woman decided to leave. She shouldn't have. Only sometimes the desire and need for a serious answer affected a person. Moreau wasn't going to push her mother who was going through a crisis of confidence. Deliberately staring at her back as she disappeared from behind the partition. She would also return to the room once the skyline began to turn orange. The cooling air were not something Moreau expected to s

“Yes, I admit… In the beginning, I thought of all kinds of ways to take revenge on Alaric. Of course, the best way is to have him taste his own medicine. You know that my mother’s mental health has been on the verge of falling apart all this while. She also has an extreme case of borderline personality disorder. Summer's secondary identity is born due to a trauma caused by my mother. At that time, I thought about letting Ace control this personality, but I just wanted to let the secondary identity scare Alaric occasionally. I didn't know…”