Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur Novels & Stories

The face that had always been a blur in my memory finally came into focus for all to see. "Sonia Shore, you're going to hell for stealing what's mine!" When that sentence rang out, my parents and Sebastian stared at the vicious face on the screen, their own faces instantly turning deathly pale.

Demonise POV: “ My mommy’s mine! “ “ I’m her husband so she’s completely mine! “ I slowly opened my eyes when I heard a familiar voices. It was deep and manly while the other one is cute but dangerous. At first, my sight were blurry but later on, I adjusted. My body is aching and probably, it’s because of Fergus' uncontrollable moves last night. “ Give me my mommy! “ I was stunned when I heard my son's voice. I tilted my head and saw that Black is currently punching Fergus' back. What the hell is happening here?

"Please zoom in on Jonathan's face." Russo showed Jonathan's face, which had been zoomed in. "Sir, look, Jonathan's eyes look blank and he seems confused. Look at his fists, they're clenched so tightly that the veins are visible. It looks like he's trying to suppress his fear of the woman in front of him." "Just a moment, sir, I'll find another angle that might capture the face of the woman talking to your son," said the operator. He fiddled with the footage, but as far as the CCTV cameras could tell, it was only from the side, and it clearly showed that the woman was Noreen with different hair.

Hannah's POV “Let. Them. Go…” The firm voice stood toe to toe with Simon. The pain in my scalp didn't allow me to realize earlier that the firm voice belonged to a woman. I was missing out on the action. My head was still being firmly held down and the throbbing pain that I was feeling was still persistent. I tried to turn my head and look at my mother. She looked pale. She had lost a lot of blood and seemed like she was on the verge of blacking out.

She curls inward. I grab her hand, holding tight, stealing a glance at the corner of the room where my mother is sitting in an armchair, rocking a bundle of fabric in her arms, watching the scene play out like it’s just another Tuesday. I see my son’s fist–perfectly pink. Chubby fingers. Perfect. Safe and alive. Mom hasn’t looked that peaceful in years. I suppose that counts for something. “Ohhhh! Oh, for–for fuck’s sake!” Fallon screeches in fury. “Get the baby out!”

Sonia cheered, holding the phone up at a high angle. *Clack. Clack. Clack.* The camera shutter went off three times in rapid succession. Zoe tilted her head, offering a polite, slightly reserved smile for the camera, entirely unsuspecting of the selfishness behind the gesture. “Perfect! The engagement on this is going to be absolutely massive,” Sonia hummed, her thumbs flying across the screen as she immediately began typing a caption. “Everyone has been dying for a golden boy update.” I stepped between them, my jaw tight, gently but firmly pulling my mother’s attention away from my girl. “Mom, stop. Why are you here?”

I screamed. My mother turned slightly Just for a second. Just long enough Selene released it. The energy shot forward Straight into her. Everything went still. Silent. My mother’s body jerked slightly. Her eyes widened. Then The light around her faded. Just like that. Gone. “Mum…?” my voice broke. She staggered. One step. Two. Then She collapsed. The sound of her body hitting the ground echoed louder than anything else. “No… no, no, no…”

] [Before demanding perfect grades from her son, maybe she should ask whether she could ever manage that herself. The moment Greg saw the fake wounds, he had delivered an Oscar-worthy performance. He had covered his mouth in disbelief as tears spilled from his eyes. Greg’s face had been soaked with tears as he pleaded hoarsely for Billy to get down from the window. “Billy, please get down! Stop scaring me. If anything happens to you, I won’t be able to go on either. I’m begging you. Please get down from there!” “No, Dad. I’ve been a terrible son. I’m so sorry!” Billy clenched his jaw as though he had finally made up his mind about something.

The picture frame slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. Mommy’s photo watched him, quietly. In it, she was still eighteen years old. THE END

I crouch untill we are at eye level . " I can never hurt you Bloom ,"I stretch out my hand to show that I'm harmless but she pulls back even further away from me . " Bloom I promise he won't do anything to you his my son,"My mum speaks to her gently while . My mate looks at me with fearful eyes then after a few minutes if contemplation she catapults herself into my arms . Her whole body convulses in my arms and her shoulders shake as she sobs loudly . I rub my back soothingly scared to make any movement Because she might think something else .