Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur

SEASON 1 Cora became pregnant by her boyfriend by accident during the breeding season, but he abruptly disappeared and left her alone. She raised the child and vowed never to fall in love again. But what if someone tries to break through her defenses? Zafer will do anything to get inside Cora’s life but is its genuine feelings or he just got interested and thrilled? And… WAIT! THE EX-BOYFRIEND, Ashton IS BACK FOR A SECOND CHANCE! Caught between the two Alphas, whom will Cora choose? SEASON 2 Tally got tied up in arranged marriage, but the man she will going to marry is her BESTFRIEND’s EX-BOYFRIEND WHO IS STILL IN LOVE WITH HIS EX! “Don’t fucking use me in your little game, I’m not your Alpha and I will never be!” He glared at her. “Pick someone else, you can spread your legs to anyone after all, right?” She scoffed, “I am not born to spread my legs to everyone!” Her eyes become sharper than earlier, “but if it’s you, I can spread it widely like you want. After all, we just need to do it and have a child, right?"

Sage is a young silver wolf who grew up as an orphaned Omega. At a young age she awakened a powerful wolf, a silver wolf which was considered to be ominous. To survive, she hid her identity from everyone. At sixteen she was unexpectedly found by her family who revealed that she was the biological daughter of the Alpha King and the true princess of their pack. She returned home only to find there's no place for her. In her absence she had been replaced with another girl, Eleanor who had been the princess for the last sixteen years, receiving everything that should have been hers. Replaced by Eleanor, Sage struggled to earn her family's love but instead became the scapegoat. Forced to marry Aegon, the feared Lycan prince of an enemy nation in place of Eleanor, Sage sought escape and revenge against her parent for giving her away. Unknown to her, Alpha Knox, Aegon's uncle is her true mate but he refuses to tell her since she's to be wed to his nephew. On a full moon, Knox accidentally bites Sage, marking her and entwining all three of them in a love triangle.

My mom decides to implement an income-based rationing system. Everything at home is delegated to everyone based on their income. At a holiday dinner, I decide to grab myself an extra helping of pasta. As soon as I fill up my plate, my mom snatches it from my hands. "Hold on. Just look at the spread on the table. The sea bass is already worth 180 dollars. The scallops are worth 200, whereas the lobster goes for 300 dollars. "You only earn 3,000 dollars per month. If you want a second serving, you must pay up first. I'll charge you based on the family rate. It'll be three dollars, thank you very much." My mom sticks out three fingers while smiling at me.

Pedro Marquez has built his life on control, power, and emotional distance. In his world, attachment is dangerous—and love is a liability he cannot afford. When a betrayal inside his empire forces him back to Havana, he is reminded of the one life he left behind… and the people who still see him as family. Dante welcomes him like nothing has changed. Cassie still treats him like home. But it is Michelle—Dante’s daughter—who unsettles him the most. She is no longer the little girl he once knew, but a woman whose presence awakens something dangerous in him. She is nineteen now. Beautiful, emotional, and far too open in the way she looks at him. For Michelle, Pedro was her childhood comfort, her first hero, and the man who once made her feel safe in a world where she often felt alone. His sudden return awakens everything she thought she had outgrown… and everything she was never meant to feel. What begins as a reunion quickly becomes tension neither of them understands. Michelle’s affection grows into something deeper, while Pedro fights a constant war within himself—torn between desire, guilt, and loyalty to Dante, his best friend. He knows he should stay away, because she is too young. And Dante was like a brother in everything but blood. And he knows his world destroys anything pure it touches. Pedro doesn't love or makes love he fucks and Michelle was too innocent for him. But then. She doesn’t know how to let go.

When I see someone asking for help in an assignment related to the entrepreneur course on the college forum, I join the group chat using a student account. I even help refine several financial models and market strategies because of my job's nature. Everyone in the group chat is excited, to say the least. Every day, they keep calling me a genius while urging me to improve the details of the whole assignment. Two months later, the assignment's quality is very close to perfection. But the group chat suddenly goes silent. I scroll through the chat history out of curiosity, only to find out that the students have already created another group chat. "That senior isn't an official teammate of ours. Let's not tell her about us using this assignment for an upcoming competition." "Precisely! Our names are the only ones on the list! She'd better not steal the credit during tomorrow's finals!" "With one less person involved, we each get an additional tens of thousands of dollars' worth of rewards!" As I look at the screen, I just let out a soft chuckle. It appears that this isn't an assignment at all. But unfortunately for these students, I happen to be one of the judges sitting at the judging station tomorrow.

I had been secretly married to Vivian Grant, my CEO wife, for six years, yet she never once let our son call her Mom. After she missed his birthday again because of her male assistant, I finally put the divorce papers in front of her and walked away for good with our son. The woman who had always seemed so controlled finally fell apart. She stormed into the office demanding to know where I’d gone. But this time, neither my son nor I were coming back.

After being married to Caden Lancaster for seven years, I find a diamond ear stud that doesn't belong to me in his suit pocket for the first time. What's more, I haven't worn jewelry in a long time. I calmly place the stud on the dining table in the living room and wait for Caden to come back with our son, Felix Lancaster. As soon as Felix walks in, he spots the sparkling stud and says with disdain, "Mom, you're wasting money again." I hold back the urge to hit him. I ignore him and shift my gaze to Caden, who is standing behind him. "Explain yourself. Whose earring is this?" I say coolly. Caden doesn't speak. He stands there as if he is frozen in place. His handsome features stiffen. Seeing the scene, Felix suddenly bursts into laughter. "Dad, did you find me a new mom? That's great!" My six-year-old son imitates the mocking tone he heard from short videos and shouts at me, "Having a plain Jane mom like you is so embarrassing! Get out of my house! This looks like Ms. Sulvan's earring. That's great! I want her to be my mom. She's pretty, gentle, and she really likes Dad." Every word cuts deeply into my heart. Upon hearing this, Caden loosens his clenched fist. He takes two shoehorns from the cabinet behind him and smacks Felix on the head. He hands both of them to me and asks in a low, grim voice, "Which one do you want, honey? The wider one or the thinner one?"

There's this thing that my mom keeps repeating to me. "I love my children equally. I will always treat you and Brielle the same." It's true that I get everything my sister, Brielle Montgomery, has since we were children. If Brielle has a new backpack, I do too. If Brielle goes for piano lessons, I'll be given the opportunity to attend the same lessons. When I go home for the holidays, my mom digs out two beautiful shopping bags sporting luxury brand logos. With a smile on her face, she hands them to us. "I specifically went to the store to buy you nice coats. Both of you get a coat each. I'll have you know that coats with wool linings are worth thousands of dollars. I don't even have the heart to wear one of these coats. I only bought these coats for you two." As I gaze at the expensive-looking coat, I feel warmth surging into my heart. But when I try on the coat, I feel a weird, scratchy sensation coming from my armpits. After flipping the coat inside out, I notice a few strands of long, dry hair tightly entangled among the seams. I even smell a faint trace of mold mixed with a strong hint of rot that can't be covered up by the cheap fragrance on the coat.

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

"Mina," he said. "Can you keep a secret?" "Of course I can, Mr. Hamilton." "Come closer." He asked and she complied. And nothing was the same again.