Novel & Cerita Watching My Mommy Go Black

There was lot of them. The whole room goes quiet. My husband stands up slowly. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked one of them who looked like the leader. His voice is so quiet I can barely hear it, but the way he says it makes everyone freeze. The other man smiles. It's cruel. "Cleaning up, boss sent us," he says. Then he raises his hand like he had some kind of powers and my mother was already hanging in the air screaming. Her entire body goes stiff. I watch the veins in her neck turn black. Actual black. Like poison is running through her, under her skin. She tries to stand but she can't. Her legs just collapse. She's trying to say something but blood is coming out of her mouth.

Our souls became one when he made fireworks explode inside me and held me like I was his lifeline as we trembled together during our climax. Now he’s standing here watching placidly while his mother, who’s creepy as fuck, prods and pokes at me like I’m livestock. The only thing stronger than my outrage at this moment is my terror. I couldn’t move while she inspected me. Not so much as a single finger. I have never encountered anyone with a darker aura. She chanted softly while initially circling us and I could feel the weight of black magic pressing in on me. Swirling through my mind, searching my memories and emotions.

He asked. I diverted my eyes from the television to see Kevin, staring at me adorably. His grey sparkly eyes were expectant as I parted my lips to speak. “But dear, I am not your mommy.” I felt sad knowing that he thought I was his mom, but I’m not. Why did Black allowed his son to identify me as his mother? His forehead narrowed. “But you’re my mommy. I saw daddy’s wallet and you and him are smiling in the picture.”

Melanie Everything happened in seconds. I watched my mom drop to the ground—just collapse, like someone had cut the strings holding her up. For a heartbeat, my body froze. My vision blurred and then the screaming started. People scattered. Chairs crashed. Men in black drew their guns, shouting commands I couldn’t make out over the pounding in my ears. “Mom—” I tried to run to her, but Federico reached her first, falling to his knees beside her. He pulled her into his arms, shaking, his voice breaking as he begged her to stay with him.

When it landed on my palm, I immediately put it in my mouth and swallowed it. I still mourn what happened. I don’t seem to have the strength to defend my mom. I am so weak. Now that I am home, I am alone and I have no ally here. The maids are gone. My mom is gone too. After a few moments, I felt dizzy and weak until my vision became dark. Everything went black as my world becomes hell and he conquers me.

Black for you. He spoke in a dark tone making his eyes widened. Mrs. Black: DYLAN!! Dylan: Enough Mom. I have dealt with all your shits. Now it's my turn to speak. Basically, what you're trying to say that after deceiving your own son with some cheap bastards behind his back now you want me to marry their gold-digger daughter. You think of me as what? Am I your puppet? Because I married the girl of my choice so you'll now force me to marry this slut by blackmailing me. And you think that I will follow your orders like a puppy? Who do you think I am Mom?

The smear she couldn't get out of the floor. That wasn't strawberry jam. Mama's eyes moved down to my wrist. The black bracelet was still there. The light was dead. There was no heartbeat, so it wasn't working anymore. Mama stared at the dead red light. A sound came out of her throat that wasn't crying and wasn't a scream. It was the sound of something breaking inside her. Her lips were shaking as she traced her fingers along my face, tears welling up in her eyes. "Someone call an ambulance. Call somebody. Call—"

My parents provide me with absolutely everything. Maybe the lack of emotion, understanding, and her presence—everything else I have, and she’s not even… I shake my head. “Mom, nothing happened. I’m going upstairs to shower now.” “No, you can’t shower. You'll get rid of all the evidence. I know that you don’t want this because you’re afraid of what people will say. You’re afraid that people will judge you, but I will be with you every step of the way. I will hold your hand. I will stand in this case and make sure that justice is served. You know me, okay? I am a Blackwater, and I do not lose ever. I’m not going to lose this time. No, never. I would never lose. I planned my life ever since I w

My heart was skipping inside my chest, I don’t know whether it was because of the possibility that I might meet my father soon or because we are doing something very dangerous. Pitch Black had been a household name in the underworld, that’s what Mom told me. She warned me that looking for him would only bring sorrow to my life. She said he was a heartless killer. I never believe her though. Mom was a smart and kindhearted person, and I knew she saw something in Pitch Black, something good, I hope. I watched Marco as he reached for something on the bookshelf. He pulled a black book and a sound of unlocking mechanism reverberated behind the shelf. His muscles flexed on his white shirt when he

She drinks and her eyes meets her mother's that's starting to glisten. Holly looks sad. "I'm sorry Mum." She stands up and gives her a hug, wincing very slightly as she stands up on the wounded leg. She fully understands the reason her mum is so close to tears. She, Holly, just woke from a nineteen year coma, imagine losing her for good. Jean hugs her back, tightly. She clears her eyes, "What happened? We heard gunshots?" Holly sighs. "Yes. Somebody shot at me." Jeffrey grabs the gun he dropped immediately, his face deadpan, "I'm going to find and shoot that mother fucker." Without waiting to be assuaded or dissuaded, he opens the door and leaves for the bushes where the gunshots had come fr