Son Holding His Mom Head No Blur Novels & Stories

My men swarmed, barking into radios, boots echoing like war drums against imported marble. They found nothing. Not a print. Not a hair. Not even the static of her breath lingering in the air. But she had been there. The feed confirmed it. Her face flickered in the corner of the screen, braid tucked back, gloved hands cradling something too sacred to be handled like procedure. I paused the video. There she was,holding my son. Her eyes weren’t soft. Not cruel either. Just... blank. Controlled. As if she were checking vitals, not witnessing a beginning. A job. Not a miracle.

The photograph on the coffee table made me stop. I didn’t recognize it. Mom couldn’t have been much older than I was now. Her hair was longer than I remembered it, blowing across half her face while she laughed at whoever held the camera. Sonya stood beside her. They were both filthy. Mud streaked their jeans and covered their shoes, and Sonya had one arm hooked around Mom’s neck while Mom held two fingers behind her head. I walked closer. “I’ve never seen this.” “No.” Sonya’s voice was quiet. “You haven’t.”

I see the face that comes into view on the screen. He is young; he clutches his hair and holds her to him. He looks up and my heart stops. No, he didn’t kill her. I see Carlos enter the scene and he shoves him away and I can see him sob as he clutches my mom to him. He argues as the boy. I know apologies. He says he didn’t know who she was. I watch as Carlos pulls his gun and points it at his son. When he staggers away, leaving Carlos screaming in anguish as he rocks my mom back and forth.

I say hoping that she can understand and and let me finish this. “ Why do I have a feeling that you are trying to chase me ” mom says her eyes fixed on me now. “ Mom-" I begin yo say not knowing what exactly I want to say and then the door busts open . “ I am sorry for interrupting ” Sona says as she stands at the door all awkward. “ Did you want anything ?” Mom asks her . “ Actually I want Dev...I mean Mr Rollins to sign on these papers ” she says as she hands the single paper to me.

With Sonny in his arms, Hank waited outside the emergency room. Duncan’s men and the York family’s bodyguards were also there. Josh’s people were cooperating with the police to catch the offenders. “Dad, will Mom die?” Sonny asked Hank in fear. His eyes were swollen from crying. Hank immediately replied, “No. Your mom won’t die. She’s a good person. A good person lives up to a hundred. She won’t die. She won’t.” He consoled his son and himself. It took a while before it struck him to make a call.

Mom sighed. “Thanks for that vote of confidence, mom.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, as for Brant and the incident in the bathroom. I want to get pictures of your injuries, and I will handle things from there. I don’t care who his father is. No one touches my son and gets away with it.” Mom nodded her head with determination gesturing for me to stand while she lifted her phone.

Every head turns—but I only look at him. Annoyance flashes across his face. Then disappears. “Leave us.” The room empties instantly. Silence falls between us. Thick. Waiting. “What happened?” he asks, already stepping closer. I hold out the photograph. “Look.” He takes it. And freezes. I watch it happen—the shift, the fracture. His fingers tremble. “…No.” He stares as if it might disappear. As if hope could still be safe. “He’s alive,” he whispers. “Violet… she—my son…” His voice breaks. “There must be a mistake, right, Mother?”

Jon’s mother’s smile falters. She sees me. And her face changes. Everything shifts. Her skin pales, like the color drains right out of her body. Her mouth parts slightly as her gaze zeroes in on me. Horror. Actual horror, like she’s staring at a ghost. She points at me with a terrified look in her eyes. "Y-You…" Jon’s smile vanishes. Arc stiffens behind me. "What’s wrong, Mum?" Jon asks, stepping forward. She doesn’t answer. Her hand rises to cover her mouth, eyes wide and fixed. She looks like she’s going to pass out.

With a knowing look, Caleb dragged Celia's body off the bed and threw her onto the floor before grabbing Emery and pinning her down against the hospital sheets. The sounds that followed from the footage were unbearable. Obscene noises, each louder than the last, pierced through my eardrums. I stood frozen amid the static hum of the footage, as if I had just plunged into an ice pit. All eyes were locked dead on the screen, and the only sound left in the room was the increasingly heavy breathing of the audience. When they looked at Caleb again, there was finally a trace of disgust in their gazes. Caleb glanced around the room and curled into himself in terror. His voice shook as he stammered o

He exclaims whilst spinning me around. "Wh... What happened? Why wasn't your tracker working?... Who... Who took you?.... Where... Where? "He begins to question when Oscar quickly holds his shoulder to stop him. "Sonia! "I turn and find both my parents. My mom runs up to me. "My baby girl!" She exclaims before giving me a bone-crushing bear hug. "My angel? "My father questions before joining the hug my mom and I are sharing. "You've lost so mu h weight! "My mom cries.