Kill La Kill Mother Novels & Stories

My mother-in-law, Martha Miller, dies after being struck by my husband's assistant, Layla Atkinson's car after the latter runs the red light. But the court verdict shows that Martha is the one scamming Layla. I've filed appeals three times, yet I've lost all three. Just as I'm about to file the fourth appeal, I find out that someone has stolen Martha's corpse. I'm about to call the police when my attorney husband, Michael Sawyer, seeks me out. He even gives me three thousand dollars on the spot. "You should know that I've never lost a case, Bianca. No matter how much evidence you have, you can forget about winning your mother's case. "If I claim that your mother is scamming Layla, then she will forever be a scammer. The fact that you keep taking her case to court just means that you want more compensation. Anyway, I've already gotten someone to sell your mother's body to the black market. It's worth three thousand dollars in total, so I suppose that's the value of her life. "Stop bothering Layla like a pest you are. She's kind enough to not make you pay for the damages her car has sustained, after all." No wonder Michael keeps defending Layla. It turns out that he thinks my mom is the one who has died in the accident this whole time. I just push the money back to him. "You should keep the money. I don't have the right to take it."

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready. I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message. "Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!" It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic. Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

This year, as the country's leading neurosurgeon, I was invited to perform a high-profile specialist surgery at a hospital in another state. Twenty years ago, I stood in this very operating room. My mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the surgeon's hand slipped by less than a quarter of an inch. She died. Back then, it was my first love, Ethan Lancaster, who helped me through the grief. Only later did I learn the truth. The surgeon listed on the case was Ethan's father, the hospital's renowned Chief of Neurosurgery. But the one actually holding the scalpel was Ethan himself, still a surgical resident at the time. He and Vanessa Hart had planned it all along. They used my mother's operation as a practice case to advance his career. After the tragedy, Vanessa used her status as the hospital director's daughter to bury the entire incident. From that day forward, I gave up my guaranteed research placement and sat for medical school entrance exams again. I studied from undergraduate through postdoctoral training. I spent twenty full years turning myself into the kind of surgeon who would never make that mistake. All so that one day, no one else would have to suffer the same tragedy my mother did. Today, my assistant slid a patient's file across the desk. Brainstem tumor. Late stage. Extremely high risk. The face in the photo had aged considerably, but I recognized it at a glance. I handed the file back to my assistant and removed my surgical coat. “I can't perform this surgery.”

“You think this is easy for me?” Rhea hissed, pressing her hands against Alaric’s chest, trying to push him away even as her body betrayed her. Alaric’s dark eyes burned into hers. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall. “If you fucking want me to marry your mother in peace,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, lips brushing her ear, “then stop making me remember how tight you felt wrapped around my cock that night.” Rhea’s breath hitched, a shiver running down her spine. “We can’t… This is wrong.” “Wrong?” He smirked, pressing his body harder against hers. “Then why are you still wet for me, baby?” *** Rhea Bennett has spent her life rebelling against her mother’s warnings about men. But nothing could prepare her for the ultimate betrayal — discovering that the devastatingly handsome stranger she had one reckless, passionate night with is now her mother’s fiancé. Alaric Thorne is powerful, forbidden, and utterly off-limits. As her soon-to-be stepfather, he should be the one man she can never touch again. Yet the heat between them refuses to die. Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of skin, every whispered word reignites the fire they both swore to extinguish. As dark family secrets explode, and a dangerous enemy lurking in the shadows — Rhea finds herself torn between loyalty to her mother and an all-consuming craving for the one man she should never love. In a world of forbidden desire, hidden truths, and deadly consequences, how long can they resist before everything burns? “Alaric Thorne: My Mother’s Dangerous Man— Where passion is sin, and love is the ultimate betrayal.”

Layla had lost everything and if she didn't act fast enough, her dad would die. Turning to her boyfriend for help, she caught him cheating on her with her best friend and realized they had only been using her all this while. Forced to have a one night stand, Layla ends up in a more devastating situation as she realizes the man she fucked to save her dad was the same man who married her mum and destroyed her family. What was Layla going to do now, especially when he is a pathway to her getting her revenge on her ex-best friend?

“This is wrong,” he groans, dragging me down harder onto him as he thrusts up. “I’m your mother’s husband and you’re still begging me to take you like a mate.” He grunts and pulls me closer. "Why. Did. We. Get. A. Forbidden. Bond," he growls, each word punctuated by the slam of his hips. She was born the wrong daughter. The unwanted girl with Fae blood in her veins and a broom in her hand, cleaning floors in a house that should’ve been her home. Now Aurora is a bargaining chip, chosen to seal peace between two rival packs through a bond she never wanted. But on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. One breath. One scent. One forbidden truth that shatters every law her world is built on. Because her true mate isn’t the Alpha she’s being given to. It’s the man already married to her mother, and there is no suppressing the hunger of a bond that was never meant to exist.

In my past life, my husband brought our daughter, who was down with a cold, to his father's hospital so she could see a doctor. Later, she was pronounced dead. When I hurried to the hospital after hearing the news, he'd already transferred her organs to his true love's son's body. It was later that I learned my father-in-law was the one who extracted my daughter's organs when her vitals were perfectly fine. I was heartbroken and devastated. I wanted my husband and his family to give me an explanation for this, but he and his parents killed me by poisoning. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the moment my husband has just taken my daughter away.

Stéphane had never desired Aleen; she was off-limits as his wife's daughter, Christine. But something about her captivated and locked him in, igniting his appetite and desire for her. Stéphane knew he should keep his distance; he shouldn't have any longing for his stepdaughter. He shouldn't want to know how she tastes or long to feel her tightness wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside her. However, all resolve to resist was shattered when Aleen boldly made the first move, bringing Stéphane to his knees and causing him to taste the forbidden when she called him 'Daddy'.

Extremely crazy and confusing night, she was slept by her stepfather's son. Her young and tender daughter's body blossomed underneath him, being watched carefully and desecrated with abandon, so shy that she couldn't help herself. He is a powerful and domineering CEO, arrogant and unrivaled in authority. With his cold and aloof demeanor, he impulsively confines the daughter of his stepmother, gradually developing the habit of protecting her and nurturing an obsession to dote on her. The deep-seated infatuation leaves her with no escape. He says, "I allow you to be willful, but you must be willful within the limits I set. When you gave yourself to me as a birthday gift, you became mine for life! From head to toe, you are all mine!"

Using an alternative account, I secretly join a cycling group chat that my husband, Liam Johnson, is in. One day, an announcement is made in the group chat. "We'll be organizing a weekend mountain biking activity with an overnight stay, with two people sharing a room. To add some excitement, we'll be drawing lots for room assignments." I can't really understand it. Curious, I ask, "What if a man and a woman end up drawing the same room?"