Chris Motionless Daughter Novels & Stories

Chris My cousin, Jeff picks me up from the airport on Thursday night, and the next day, we drive to a restaurant to meet Evan. A wide smile breaks on my face when I see my old accomplice, the man I owe being reunited with my daughter, and we embrace. “You look good, man!” he exclaims. “A whole lot better than the last time I saw you. How is the kid?” “Her name is Muna now,” I answer. “And she’s great, thank you. She turned 4 this year”

She was nice enough, but she had a son named Chris who would go on to change my life irrevocably. Chris was nineteen years old. He had long hair, wore a leather jacket everywhere, even in the summer, and rode a motorcycle. I’d never met anyone like him. Our sleepy little town was full of good ole boys and geeks, but no one like him. He and his mother moved in after the wedding, and my life was never the same. At first, Chris was distant. He spent most of his time in his room, the skunk-like scent of marijuana wafting underneath the door. He was belligerent to my father, and he mostly ignored me.

The tearing pain from my wound kept me painfully awake. Nelson took the microphone again and announced the highlight of the night. "To show our sincerity, I've decided to donate one of the villas under Lilith's name to charity. And on top of that, more happy news. My eldest daughter, Alexis, will be officially engaged to Mr. Paul Schultz of Crownford Group…"

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

After an hour, they arrived. "You seem a nice guy," mother said after I'd introduced Chris to them. "I'm not sure, though. Most of them seem nice at first. If you hurt my daughter in a way, I swear I'll find you and make sure you're punished for it." "Stop it, mom." I said. My mother had always been tough. "Are you trying to scare him away?" "It's okay, my love." Chris said with a lot of calmness. Then he turned to my mother. "I promise not to do anything bad to your daughter. She's such a beautiful and wonderful person. I love her and wish to be with her forever."

I looked at Aunt Molly for a second in disbelief, “you do know this is your Daughter we’re talking about right?” She chuckled at this, “yes and I love Britney to death just as much as I love you, But you have been throwing way too many opportunities out the window for her sake, the Launch party for example.” My eyes widened, “you know about that?” “Please, “she dragged folding her arms, “you broke the camera? As a journalist you better start lying better, “ Aunt molly smirked, “ I know you Kay, you are the most cautious girl out there, that is why Chris still doesn’t know what you and I are. You couldn’t have broken a camera, and on the same day Justin Star was saved by “mysterious Ariel-Cin

“If you think about lying anymore further…..then something bad is going to happen to Laila.” Chris’s body tensed up hearing the name. His eyes followed Noir who stood right behind him. “Laila?”. “How do you know my daughter’s name?”. “You don’t know her to do you?”. Noir chuckled. “You are so stupid. So, What if I didn’t know her yesterday? I know her today. That’s all that matters at the moment.” “What?” Chris became puzzled by every single statement that she made. Noir came forward from his side, then came and sat right in front of him.

Lights, camera, action, that's how my life became when mom decides that it was best to relocate to a new City, and start a fresh, that is, a new house, a new job, a new college and all new other things. Hi,I'm Chris Hart, a tall, handsome, and most especially good looking also the only child of my mom, who was a single mother, and yes!! I don't know who my father is, haven't met him and don't even think I would?". ( Frowns)

Chris asked plainly but his eyes held pain and sadness in them. "He found out, " Barbie mumbled. "I should get going, give me a call once the swan is out of the operating room " Chris said and stepped out. Barbie wanted to chase after him but Mark held her tightly making her frown. "What is it ? let me go " She said, trying to break free. "You are seriously going to chase after a man while your daughter is laying in the operating room fighting for her life and my baby daddy is standing right in front of you ? "