Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

I was so lost in thought I didn’t hear the soft footsteps approaching until someone cleared their throat. “Kyla?” I turned quickly. Jake’s mother stood at the entrance of the gazebo, her shawl wrapped tight around her shoulders, her silver hair glinting under the porch light. “Mrs. Black,” I said, standing. “I’m sorry, I just needed a little air. I didn’t mean to” She smiled gently and waved a hand. “Oh, nonsense. You don’t need to apologize. I just wanted to make sure you were alright and bring you an extra blanket, it's cold out here.”

Jackson countered “We came to some form of agreement and I was fine with getting to know the children of my brother but then your mother called me one day and mentioned what I had thought I had kept hidden for so long. My wife had not died from normal circumstances but because I had hit her so much that she died. I cannot… I cannot express how much that broke me and I do not know how she got the information but we met up and she told me exactly what to do on the day of the burial.” “You are a fucking liar” Their mother screamed, rising to her feet “Not another word, mother” George snarled. Jackson watched their mother wither in her indignation as she sat back down, holding her head in both h

I wondered if he had taken a liking to her, she was quite a beauty, although her features were a bit distorted, but that didn't make a difference. Jackson hummed, “Well I better get going, I would see to it that the supplies are used effectively,” he announced, smiling gently before walking away. Crane bowed before following behind him. I didn't linger and carried Maya into the pack house, found a room and placed her on the neatly dressed bed. One thing I knew about my mother was, she would never go around telling people she didn't know about us, if my theory was correct then there's a possible chance that she was still alive and she had trusted Maya enough to tell her her secrets.

"He's forty-three and they're still in the boxes." Jackson laughed. A real laugh this time. It loosened something in my chest. "At least your mum uses normal channels," he said. "Mine sends me profiles of 'nice girls who want to settle down.' Direct quotes." "Church bulletins. My mother uses church bulletins." "That's dedication." "That's desperation." We both smiled. It felt good. Normal. Then reality crashed back. "She wants to meet you," Jackson said. "Charlotte." "Absolutely not." "I told her no. But she's staying in Chicago for two weeks. Maybe longer."

I asked, looking around. "Alley and Pythia said it could be a day or two before they fully figure everything out and I have sent the trackers to Braxton and Troy. Tye is helping them. They will be fine without us." Jackson replied with a small smile. "Okay, let's take the kids to your parents house. I could use some of your mothers happiness." I said, swinging my legs over the bed. "She is very cheerful, she mentioned that she wanted to spend more time with you." Jackson said, slinging his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close. "I would actually love that." I replied easily. No matter what was happening she always made sure to make everyone feel better, we never had to worry about smilin

"It's really good to see you again. I'm sorry that it's under these circumstances. Your father was a great man - a great warrior. He'll be missed." Jackson gave me a quick, awkward hug. "I have to go, Grace. I'll see you around." He pushed past me. After a few steps he turned around again. "Grace..." I looked up at him. "We really miss you around here." I wanted to tell him that I miss him as well, but he was gone before I could. I was still turning my encounter with Jackson over in my head when my mother found me. Her green eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from crying. She looked frail and bleak. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close - breathing in her familiar and comforting scent.

Blanket that she found so comforting because it felt like her mother’s embrace. “Maman gave me that blanket to give to you. And when I was going through your old social media account you created in Xen, you once mentioned you loved the Jasmine scent because it reminded you of your mother.” Racheal stared at Delbert, feeling her world beginning to spin again. Her mother could not have sat back all these years and watched her suffer. Did she really know anyone anymore? If her mother was alive, then all her life would have been a lie. “Maybe Madame Dalloz found that account too, read those posts too, and made the blanket herself.” Racheal said.

"I honestly don't know." "That must be why Zandicar wants us!" She said more to herself, but that caught my attention. "Who the hell is Zandicar? What does he want with my mate?!" I was slowly losing control of Jackson. My mother noticed me losing control, so she unleashed Vanessa on Jackson. "Jackson, you had better keep your head!" I felt Jackson whimper at his mother's command. I mean she is still technically Luna, and she is our mother, so he had little choice but to listen to her. "Thank you mom."

I was curious who could be inside that could answer the questions he couldn't as anyone of note was ended by my father's orders. “Amara?” A brittle voice asked as my eyes came up in astonishment. I looked back to Jackson but he was already out of the car, his silhouette moving to the field too far away for me to even call to him by now. I turned back to the woman wrapping a blanket around her arms. “Amara…” “Mom? H-how?” She rushed to me, my body crushed to hers as she wrapped me tightly. “Please come inside, I'll explain.” I looked back over my shoulder one last time to Jackson, finding how he now disappeared, but I could still feel him close.

** “Knock! Knock! There was a knock on the door, Mrs. Jackson didn’t know if she should leave her daughter to bleed to death and get the door or just ignore the person knocking. Of course, she made the choice that any mother whose child was in Minx’s situation would make. The person should either break the door and enter or leave because there was no way she could leave minx at that point. The bandage around Minx’s arm was soaked with blood, Minx was getting weaker by the second. She feared that she was going to die. “Mom? Have I lost my abilities?” Minx whispered. She didn’t have the strength to speak out loud or do anything. She had sufficient energy for just breathing which was becoming m