In Custody Novels & Stories

~Rosemary~ My heart trembled at the tone of the police officer’s voice. This couldn’t be good, could it? “What’s the matter, officer?” Gerald asked in my stead. “Until this matter is resolved, none of the two parties involved can have custody of the child in question.” “What? Why?” He shrugged. “That’s just the rules. It’s either the child is kept with a relative or he’s taken into the system.” “Henny doesn’t stay with his mother. He stays with me,” Susan, who had been silent all this while, spoke up.

The word "temporary" echoed in the wood-paneled, cavernous room, a hollow, mocking epithet that had no effect at all upon the pain. It was a technical nicety, a procedural footnote that was less than nothing to Davidson's widening gap inside his chest. Temporary custody is granted to the petitioner, Melissa Ekon…

she asked. “I remember enough,” I muttered. “The vault. The gunfire. Getting back home. Then you showed up out of nowhere. And now… this.” “You’re under custody, Alexander. The police brought you here.” My stomach twisted. Cold fear curled through my chest. Under custody. It didn’t sound real until she said it again. “You’re in police hands now.” A wave of dread slid down my spine. It all rushed back—the robbery, the split-second escape… Valerie’s knock… her warning… the panic in the room… and then darkness. But not darkness from exhaustion.

I looked at the screen—legal text, too much to read. "What is this?" "Consent form. You're agreeing to the terms of your protective custody." "What if I don't sign?" The woman's face didn't change. "Then you'll be held in detention. Not housing. Your choice." I looked at Shaw. He said nothing. I signed. The woman took the tablet back. "Room 14. Shaw will take you. Your seventy-two hours starts now." Shaw led me down another hallway. More gray walls. More lights. Doors on both sides, all closed, all identical. We stopped at a door marked C-14. Shaw pulled out a keycard and swiped it. The lock clicked.

Reyes looks at me, then at Julian, stone-faced. “There’s been a third party,” she says. “The Department of Justice wants custody.” There’s a silence so heavy I can taste it. The cabin door locks itself behind us and the windows slide shut, trapping us in. Elliott smiles. “Let’s dance.”

It was the decision they had been waiting for. “Granted.” Jones delivered it as terrible news, but Ruby and Otiz both sighed in relief. “AJ, where is he?” Ruby extended her cuffed right hand, pleading for its release. Her earlier hysteria had injured her left wrist, leaving only one hand cuffed to the table. “As for AJ, CPS will still keep him in custody. There will be an observation period. If his testimony remains unchanged during that period, we will return AJ to you. You’re not free from charges, only temporarily.”

no, he looked like those triplets that brought out laughter and gray hair in her. “Excuse me?” “You asked about my wrists; the metal of the shackles sometimes digs in too deep and causes bruises and cuts.” Chrystal held her breath as she listened to him; she was not prepared to hear something like that. She had thought the boy had tried to slit his wrists, but shackles? Was he in prison? Or was he treated as a slave? Kidnapped? Yes, maybe he had been kidnapped and had managed to escape. Oliver, for his part, didn't know what else to do; she looked dismayed, but that was the truth. He was afraid she would rat him out and turn him into Craig. Chrystal got up and collected the dishes, then retu

Man screamed in anger because he is not getting why they are caging him in his own house and especially at this moment when he should be beside his wife, helping her and taking care of her and his newborn kids. This man is none other than Mr Grayson Wright who is in the basement for the past one week. He was in the hospital when his mother's bodyguards took him here forcefully and hostage him here even after he threatened them all that he will sue all of them. All this was his own mother's order to keep him away from kashvi and the kids.

"What happened to Balkin?" he asked Lizette who was preparing her food. She lowered the plastic wear she was holding and looked at him. “I don’t know. He’s under the custody of the underground society committee. I haven’t heard from him since the night he was caught, and I don’t care. He would have rotted in jail. ” It continues to do so. Carnation, on the other hand, sat on his hospital bed and arranged his own blanket.

I closed the link again and redirected my attention to Josephine. "How is she?" Josephine finally inquired, her voice trembling with emotion. My instinct was to draw closer and provide reassurance, but I held back. "Justin mentioned that she's receiving treatment, and he'll need to extend his stay in Cains," I replied, and she nodded. "Did he manage to apprehend anyone?" she asked. "I didn't stay connected long enough to get that information, but I have my doubts. I think they're keeping her under their watch for now," I admitted, and she nodded in understanding.