Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur Novels & Stories

Then, a woman in her mid-60s walked in, holding a stick in her left hand. Her left eye remained still, unblinking, while the other moved normally. She wore a black, full-length gown. "I smell sorrow," she said, her voice eerily deep and frail, like that of an old woman. She approached him, gazing at him before gently placing her hand on his forehead, her eyes closed. Suddenly, I noticed my son's heartbeat had stopped. I took a deep breath, feeling his hand tighten around mine. I didn’t understand what was happening as he slowly began to shake his head, his eyes still closed.

Mom moaned around my hard flesh as he eyes rolled back. My own eyes felt like rolling at the sight of how much she enjoyed having her son in her mouth. Mom wrapped her lips tightly around me and started to slowly bob her head. I could feel her soft tongue pressed against my shaft as she worked her soft lips up and down the length on my cock. Mom began following her mouth with her hand, jerking me off as she blew me and I could already feel my legs beginning to tremble. Mom's long blonde hair fell across her face and reaching down I gently brushed it away from her face so I could watch her.

"I finally freed my self from the strong man and tried to rush towards mother to stop her from hearing the siren that was making her bleed, but Avery was faster than I was. She dug her hands into mother's chest and ripped her heart off" Jordan stopped and their room was quiet as Minx couldn't believe that Jordan had to see all these things all by himself, tears welled up in her eyes as she watched her son narrate his vision with so much emotion in his eyes.

"Neil, save our child!" Neil, overcome with rage, threw caution to the wind and reached out to give Mom a hard shove. "Your daughter hid Serena's child away! Why are you here to stir up even more trouble?" he roared. Mom was shielding my son with one hand. Neil's shove caused her to stumble and hit her head violently against a stone ledge. She let out a single groan before going silent and motionless. Terrified, I scrambled over to her on my hands and knees. When I saw the gaping wound on Mom's head, I burst into tears.

His leather shoe came down on my chest as I bit back the pain. He crouched down and looked at me. "You want this back? Sure? Just kneel in front of me, crawl between my legs, then shout loudly that you shouldn't have been a homewrecker." "You—" "What? Don't you want your son back?" He raised the urn as if he were about to smash it onto the ground. The seconds dragged by. My hands trembled as I slowly climbed onto my hands and knees, then crawled between his legs in utter humiliation.

Immediately he saw me, he left the man that was with me and ran to me. I didn't even look at the man who helped him up, I was just so worried about my son. “Mom, he pushed me,” Leo said, pointing at another child that looked quite older than him. I turned to the caretaker to confront her, and immediately I heard my name “Ava?” I felt this sudden tightening in my chest, that instinctive awareness I had not felt in years. I turned slowly and saw Ethan Blackwood standing a few steps away and for a second, I could not breath. He looked different but still powerful and sharp.

Right beside him, Mom leans over my mattress, her hands working carefully as she cleans my arms with the cloth. Her breath hitches the second my eyes lock onto hers. She freezes mid-wipe, her shoulders jerking up like she just got hit with a bucket of ice water. "Aurel..." she breathes out, her voice cracking right down the middle. "Mom," I rasp, my throat so dry it feels like swallowing broken glass. Her lips press into a thin, tight line. Her nostrils flare. Before I can even blink or process what she's doing, her hand comes down, smacking the side of my head with a dull thud.

She repeated slowly. Her mother furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her confused. "Jung-Hoon?" She echoed, not really catching her name. "Mommy?" She asked again. Her mom nodded her head and smiled. "Yes dear, your father is here." She replied, stroking her hair. "Why is it so blurry?" She asked. "It might be from the concussion you received. Don' worry." She reassured as she caressed her hand softly. "Take a rest, I am calling the doctor." Mrs. Seok smiled before heading out of the ward.

“This is surveillance footage retrieved from your home. Please take a look.” In the footage, Mom was seen grabbing me harshly and slamming me into the corner of the table. My eyeball ruptured instantly. However, because of a blind spot in the camera angle, Mom never saw it happen. Then she forced the headphones onto me, with Liam secretly turning the volume all the way up. In the video, I cried hysterically. Mom thought I was being dramatic, so she ignored my reaction and threw me into the storage room. After seeing the true cause of my death, Mom completely broke down. She shook her head desperately.

The stranger nods once, then turns and melts into the shadows of the tree line, moving with a silence that unsettles Aiden’s stomach. His father remains standing alone in the yard. He unwraps the item, his head bowed as he examines it. Aiden leans forward, his breath fogging the glass. Suddenly, his father’s head snaps up. His eyes, dark and intense, lock directly onto the window where Aiden is hiding. The gaze feels like a physical blow, piercing through the wood and glass.