Novel & Cerita Warning My Mommy Is A Savage

I screamed again until my tears fell and my lips trembled. "You treated them cruelly with your own hands. You two are indeed savages! Don't you think that the property you want is worth it for them huh? Because they lost their young daughter, who was supposed to take care of them until they were old." I stroked my chest, as tightness began to creep up, making it difficult for me to speak. "Leah—"

She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, wordlessly offering her support. “I know this must be overwhelming for you, Levi,” Mom begins softly. “But remember, love has a way of defying expectations and boundaries. It may not always make sense, but it is powerful beyond measure.” I turn to look at her, gratitude shining in my eyes. “Thank you, Mom. I never imagined I would find my mate in such unexpected circumstances.” “Let’s take a look at this technology that is thrown at Savage's face and hurt her last night.” Mom says softly while patting my shoulder. “It feels familiar, but at the same time, not.”

She was like a sister figure to me. I smiled when I remembered how I made her my friend and how she is to me before. She's really a strong person. "Are you crazy?!" Meggay shouted, startling Mom. "You're such a rude kid!" My mom shouted at Meggay. "Hey, Meggay, calm down," Savannah tried to calm Meggay down. "Because this guy's an asshole!" Meggay shouted. "He'll send Diana to a private school, and Phoebe won't go to school?! Your mom, Ivory. She's a worthless Mom! Fucking bastard!"

my mom yelled my name and I took in a deep sigh and turned to her. “What now, mother? What have I done?” "What have you done?" My mom fumed, her voice rising with each word. "You disgraced me, Kai. You were absolutely rude and I didn't raise a rude man!" I turned my gaze back to the window and continued staring at the passing landscape, watching the trees blur together as our convoy moved through pack territory. My mother's voice felt distant despite her being near.;’

She's just a worker trying to make a living. The cashier smirked triumphantly. "Exactly. I guess your face really is a window to your soul. Your mother is much more reasonable than you." A few people in the crowd chimed in. "Yeah, no need to waste police resources. The mother has the right idea." "How can a mother and daughter be so different? Typical capitalist. No empathy for the working class." Anger flared in my chest at Mom's words. How was I the one making things difficult? I hadn't stolen a thing.

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!"

"You're saying that poor kid did this? I don't believe it." "But why would a mother frame her own son?" "You know how some boys will just be boys. They just know how to bring the house down, literally!" Mom read the angry comments condemning me and felt a little soothed. "You're absolutely right, everyone. I'm going to live stream me beating that brat black and blue later. If you want to watch it, remember to leave me some gift tokens and give me a thumbs-up!" I floated mid-air with a bitter smile on my face.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" "I'm not letting you profit off someone's life!" Azriel yelled back. "You idiot! You absolute idiot!" Olen said with desperate rage. "My mother is in the hospital needing urgent treatment! That money would have covered her surgery! It would have paid off my sister's school fees and cleared every single debt we have! And you just tore it up?!" Azriel stared at him, "I cannot believe you... You sold Rosen because of that?” "Rosen, Rosen, ROSEN!" Olen spat, "That's all you care about! Shouldn't my mother be a priority to you? Before she got sick, she treated you like her own son, and yet you want her to die? Is that it?!"

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Two women connected by the same terrible man. But right now all I could think about was that this woman was standing between me and answers about my son. "What an awful mother you are," Savannah said quietly. Her voice was sweet. Poisonous. "Your son is out there facing God knows what in the hands of a man you once let fuck you because you couldn't help being a cheap slut." The words flee right in my ear, and in that moment I could not think about anything else, and before she could say another thing, I hit her right in the face.