Novel & Cerita Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur

woman who "looked like a maid" Caden froze too. He stared at my face, which had gone white in an instant, and heartbreak filled his eyes filled. He let go of Felix and strode over to me, pulling me into his arms. "What the hell are you saying!" he roared at our son, voice shaking with fury. "Felix, apologize to your mother right now!" "I won't!" Felix's chin jutted out as he glared at me. "I'm not wrong! Just look at her! Look at what she's wearing! She doesn't even brush her hair!

We The scene before me again chane My mother is standing before me, tears are running down her eyes .Her eyes are red and puffy from crying.Her long hairs are sticking on her. Sweat has coated her body. She is holding the knife on her neck. The edge of the blade is digging in her skin. The blood is flowing down her neck Noah is trying to stop her. Tears are running down his face. "Mom, don't do this. I need you, Alex needs you. Mom please stop Mom".

Her eyes are wide, and her curly blonde hair is scattered and ruffled against her face in so many ways, as though she has not cared about her hair for a long while now. My left hand moves of its own volition, taking hold of each strand and brushing them back behind her ear. She looks frozen. She blinks slowly with unexplainable shock on her face. "Have you gone mad, Damien?" my mom's voice screeches loudly in the room, forcing me to turn sharply and look at her. She gets up immediately from her seat, about to walk up towards me, but my dad stretches his hand, signaling for her to sit back down.

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

Great! I can't bare to look at him for some reason, so I lower my head and look at my hands where the woman is still holding onto them. "What's going on, Mom?" Mom? Oh, fuck! I hear movements, and then two shiny brown shoes appear in my side view right before he gets down on his hunches, and I'm now looking at his chest. I watch as his hand comes towards me, but instead of feeling fear like I should, I don't.

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.

Duncan Hiddleston looked closely. “Son, don't you recognize me? I am your mother.” "Mommy." After hearing this word, Duncan Hiddleston quickly pulled her hair back, when she brought her face into the light, Duncan Hiddleston was extremely surprised, the image before her eyes made Duncan Hiddleston extremely panicked, and Duncan Hiddleston's limbs turned back. so he was motionless, his mouth could not utter a word. Duncan Hiddleston then hugged her nonstop, Duncan Hiddleston smelling her body odor.

My breathing speeds up as I tighten my hold over my son’s head, and prepare to get up and push Sebastian away. But… He turns away from me and walks toward the door. The dangerous blade glints under the dim light, reminding me of what could have happened just now. A cold wave of horror crashes over me, freezing me in place. My arms tighten around my son, who desperately tries to turn and see what I am looking at. I snap out of my trance just in time, pressing his face back against my chest before he can look. “ What’s wrong, Mommy? ” His voice is groggy, confused.

"I'm not calling him. I'll call 911 again. Another ambulance will be here soon…" "Mom, I… I can't breathe…" Benji's hand felt so cold. It was even colder than the tiled floor beneath us. "I'm sorry, Mom… I can't protect you anymore in the future… Will you still choose to become my mother in my next life? But I don't want Dad anymore…" Before Benji could finish his sentence, his hand hung limply. My heart stopped beating for a moment. Intense pain finally flared from my chest a few seconds later.

When he saw me, he violently pulled away from my reaching hand and turned to cling to Sarah's arm, eyeing me warily. The pain was unbearable, but I stubbornly reached for him again. My son bit down hard on my arm as I tried to grab him. His eyes held nothing but hatred. "What right do you have to keep me from being with Aunt Sarah?" he snarled. "If it weren't for you, Aunt Sarah would be my real mom. I wish you would just die!" He must truly hate me to bite my arm until it bled. While we were locked in this standoff, dozens of rogue wolves burst from the forest and attacked us. To protect my son, I blocked several wolves charging toward us and fought fiercely against them.