Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

James turned to his mother and asked. "Yes. There is no point in hiding it. He had always been a snake just like his mother." Mrs. Watson spat the words in disgust "Is that why you killed my woman?" Jerry walked in front of her, his aura changing to a powerful one with no emotions. He looked cold and full of hatred at the woman he had known as a mother all those years.

Timmy and Jimmy apologized to their mother. "What happened?" They heard and turned to see Veronica and Marsha approaching them. "Nothing serious" Jason replied while walking inside and Jack grinned at his mother who rolled her eyes. "Kill yourself, that's your business" Marsha said uninterestedly. "You will be the first to cry. Oh, my Jack, why did this happen to my Jack, my poor Jack" Jack mimicked his mother's voice while trying to act emotional. Jason and Veronica laughed at that and Jack got a spank from his mother.

If he bore even a shred of that courage, their mother’s spirit would finally be still in the Moon Realm. Jamil wiped Elena’s tears with the back of his hand, pulling her close and hugging her arm tight. The glow of the television swept against their faces. Both their eyes locked on the image of their mother on the screen. Her soft gaze, frozen in time, filled their hearts with fire and sorrow. In silence, Jamil swore an oath deep inside. He would live his life strong, so their mother’s spirit would never have to worry from the other side. The program ‘Connecting to family’ was still running, the voices of the pack filling the hall.

“She feed, she listen. She listen, she keep quiet.” A hiss slid over the sill. Long, low, old. The black water outside cut into a lazy V as something wide shouldered through it. The gator rose, slow, eyes like coins left in a riverbed. Mama tossed the chicken into the water. It disappeared in two snaps and a churn of bubbles. Jax flinched. I didn’t. Mama wiped her hands on her apron, pleased. “Dere now.” She nodded at me. “You best sit.”

While his father might recover from the financial setback, his mother lacked proficient work skills. “Are you sure you have your details correct, Heath?” Rowan looked confused because nothing Heath said lined up with what he’d learned from Beth. Heath’s mother, Elizabeth Allan. “You question me. I was the one who found them. I was there, and I saw the security video. Yet you take mother’s word over mine. “Does that even make sense?” Heath refrained from losing his temper because of the inappropriate time and place. But he stressed his feelings clearly in his tone and force of his voice.

Jems’ mum was on the couch watching TV. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun with a few strands falling across her face. She was wearing a pink jersey, shorts, and socks while eating a bag of chips. Just then, Jems, who had just gotten back from school, opened the door and walked in with Derick. “Mum!” Jems screamed as she ran up to her mum to give her a hug. “My love, I’ve missed you,” Emily said as she hugged her daughter. “And who might this be?” she asked, looking at Derick.

I couldn't help but feel my heart ache, though there was nothing I could do about it. It was the evening of the seventh day when Mom was helped into the funeral hall after taking her medicine. She placed her emaciated hand on Kendrick's shoulder and said, "Jasmine nearly cut ties with me back then just to save you, Kendrick." Kendrick turned his head stiffly, his eyes widening in shock. He could hardly recognize the white-haired woman with a hollow look in her eyes. He could hardly believe that the woman before him was Mom, the one who used to warmly call him "Kenny" and cook his favorite BBQ ribs.

Then she turned to her son as he hugged her tight. “What did I do? How...did I…” Jasmine watched the woman get out of the bed before she lost focus and started to fall with Jake helping her. “Sit down Jasmine. Let me get you some water.” He offered, walking off quickly and returning before Jasmine could get her head together. Mrs. Jenkins held her hand as she squatted in front of her. “I never met someone as strong as you before. You are…” Jasmine started to fade before she could continue.

“I am not sure if we are friends but we definitely are building a relationship. He is a stranger but I trust him. Does that make sense grandmother? My ideal idea of marriage always was based on love.” “It does Jazz, just follow your heart.” Jack was surprise when he saw his mother dressed nicely as she stepped into the coffeeshop. Because he was uncertain about her reaction, he chooses a place close to the homeless shelter. He notices the waitress no longer works there. “Hello Jack,” He quickly stood to pull out the chair for her. Sitting across from her he just looked at her without her usual appearance. He quietly realized he has an attractive mother. “Thank you for coming Mom,”

“Come back to me, sweetie. You’re safe now.” The warmth of her embrace finally brought me back to reality. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into the comfort of her arms, knowing that she would always be there for me when things felt dark and uncertain. Though it would take time for me to heal from the emotional wounds Jasper had inflicted on me, I knew I was stronger than him now—and nothing could stop me from moving forward. “C’mon, I’ll help you into bed,” my mother said as she brushed the hair out of my face with tenderness. I nodded, too exhausted to argue, and allowed her to lead me to the bed. She tucked me in before kissing my forehead and turning off the light.