Why Mommy Poisoned You Book Novels & Stories

“Babe… The words hang in his throat as my hand collides with his face in a tight slap. “Don’t you touch me, I won’t warn you again” He lets out a frustrated sigh, “can you at least tell me what I did?” “Bryer did this!!” I yell at the top of my voice, now my mum and brothers are standing behind him and they all look suprised , “she poisoned my father with wolfsbane and strychnine and it is your fault. You brought that witch into our lives and I swear I will never forgive you if anything happens to my father, Malachi Bromte and you better take my words for it”

“A misunderstanding, it was all just a misunderstanding, Nanny Joie. You should apologize to the third young miss!” Emma chuckled coldly, “Mother, is this really just a misunderstanding? But the poison in the soup was real, and neither I nor my maid made it. The one who truly cooked it was Felicia, or perhaps Nanny Joie is lying. She is the one who poisoned the soup!”

"It's this woman. When she sets up her fruit stall, she always takes our spot. Now, she's finally poisoned." Mom was just as cold. "She was poisoned in our house, so we'd better not let anyone find out. We need to get rid of her. Dismember her and dump the pieces in different places. Make sure no one discovers them." Julian was holding down the woman's legs, while Mable was eating grapes, curiously craning her neck to watch. I crawled over the threshold. "Mom, Dad, Julian… Don't." Three-year-old me used every bit of strength I had, hoping they wouldn't do something stupid.

This record will threaten her more than anything else ever could. I found a blank space. My pen trembles. LADY SARAPHINA. THEFT. FRAUD. MANIPULATION OF PACK RESOURCES THROUGH FALSE MATERNAL CLAIM. Each word burns. I closed the book. My heart slams against my ribs. Then I pick it up and go straight to the pack garden, where my mother always relaxes. She’s there. “Look, Mum,” I say, holding the book up, her name dark and clear on the page.

my dad said quietly, placing the notebook into my hands. My breath caught the moment I saw it. “This… this is Doris’s notebook,” I said, my voice tightening. “How did he get it?” “I guess there’s more to it than this,” Dad replied quietly, his eyes darkening as he looked at the notebook in my hands. “Dad,” I said firmly, stepping closer. “I need the truth. Who did this to you? To Mom?” He looked at me. Then he took a slow breath. “We were poisoned…” he began.

Her shoulders slumped slightly and her eyes showed sadness and just like that, I knew I was right, something was wrong. “It’s Mom.” she said after a while and my entire body tensed up. “What about her?” I asked, my heart thumping in my chest. “She’s… she’s been poisoned.” The pizza slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. “What?” Bianca looked down, then back at me. “We don’t know how it happened. She’s weak. Dad doesn’t want to accept it and I don't know who to talk to about this, but kari….. mom's dying.”

I replied coldly. “What do you mean by that, Mena?” Her voice rising now, inching toward shouting. But I didn’t care. They were going to hear me…..whether they liked it or not. “Isn’t it obvious she’s got all this staged for your sympathy? How does one thing….a lowlife like her, keep getting almost violated? What is she? Some drop dead gorgeous princess?” “She was poisoned. Poisoned directly under our roof,” my mom said sharply. Poisoned?

“Thank you, Buddy. I will increase the security in this house.” "By the way, I know who was assigned to poison Mommy," the toddler admitted innocently. "Who?" Once again, he leaned closer to Frank's ear. “The servant who gave Mommy tea. We’re lucky I could stop her in time. The tea spilled and Mommy didn't drink it." Frank's eyes couldn't open any wider. With an astonished look, he whispered, "Well done, Hero! You are really amazing. Now, will you help me? Make sure Mommy doesn't eat anything suspicious.”

Like I’m a child playing dress-up. “I did.” I step closer. “Because I’m done asking nicely, auntie.” Her brows arch. “Excuse me?” “I know you were involved in my mother’s untimely death. And I know you think you’ve covered your tracks. But you didn’t.” She laughs, sharp and dry. “You poor, paranoid girl. What fantasy have you been spinning now?” “My mother was poisoned,” I say quietly. “Slowly and subtly by someone who wanted her out of the way to ensure she’d never challenge you for what belonged to her.”

I scream for mommy, but she doesn't come. Jim waits until I'm quiet. I say I won't make a sound. I want mommy. He takes me to her. I'm very still. He hands mommy a bag with white powder. "This is the last time. Never again. You can get your kicks hurting someone else," mommy says to Jim. Jim smiles with his scary brown teeth. "That's what they all say. Beat it bitch."