Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

“Your mother has gifts?” Jake nodded. “You are the person I been praying for.” The fact that Jake thought Jasmine of being some savior made her uneasy. She wasn’t and didn’t even believe in her own gifts. They were more like a curse to her. Ones she was stuck with forever. Jake led her to the room where his mother laid in the hospice bed under a breathing tube and barely moving. “The doctors say she won’t make it past the week so I brought her home.”

"You abandoned her, too? I don't expect much from you. If you have any humanity left in you, you would leave my house and never return. I do not want to ever set my eyes upon you till the day I finally die! Get out of my house!" The woman dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her cheek like it was all she knew how to do. The whole happening was vague to Jackson but some things were beginning to add up. "Get out!" His mother yelled again, at the kneeling woman. Whoever got her this worked up was bad news, and he knew she shouldn't experience stressful events, not while she was on medication, so Jackson intercepted. "Ma'am, please listen to her and leave," he managed to say politely, she

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

Their voices echoed in the vast space like ghosts calling to each other across a void. "My perverted desires?" Jackson laughed, the sound harsh and bitter. "What about your perverted treatment of Mom? What about the bruises she tried to hide? What about the night she cried herself to sleep?" Richard's face went white as an old bone. "Don't you dare bring your mother into this." "Why not? She's the reason I understand what real love looks like," Jackson shot back. "Because I watched her die a little more each day, married to a man who saw her as property instead of a person."

Freya said sadly. Jackson looked at his cell phone. His father texted. {Prepare your things tonight. We are going to Jacob's mom's hometown tomorrow. Go to my room later. We need to discuss a lot of things.} Jackson frowned. "Where will papa take me again? Wait, where is that bastard’s mother's hometown again? Mon ... Mon. Whatever that place is!” Jackson still have something to say at Freya but she already left. "Jacob, Ivana is yours. I am going to marry the mother of your son … the woman whom you have wasted," Jackson said before he walked out of the pool area.

Jackson prised the cutlery from her fingers and quickly forced her to her feet. “Come, Britney. You can order a dessert from room service.” How the hell had he known about her mother? Was that woman living her life somewhere in London, guilt-free, as if she hadn’t left a whole life behind? Did she ever return to their little backward patch of the world to see how they were? To see if her abandonment hadn’t ruined them? She was in the elevator before she knew it, pushed to the back with Jackson standing in front of her. “Is she okay?” Brit whispered.

“I am happy for you, Jackson. But...” “But what?” I snapped “You've never liked Gina, not for one bit. You never even gave her a chance. Gina has always been there for me, Mother. She saved my life when I was dying from that curse years ago. Now, she’s carrying my child. Why can’t you just be happy for us?” My mother closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and shaking her head “Jackson, you don’t know the whole story.” “What do you mean?” I demanded “What story?”

" There he is, mom!' Kia said again and pointed at a man. What the hell? She thought in shock. How did Anderson find out about his children? This was definitely the handwork of her mother! Just then, the Highlander stopped and a bodyguard walked towards them. Mary on the other hand, frowned as she recollect all that had happened. She was sure that she was actually fit to become Mrs. Banks, after all, she was the big deal but did she actually say something bad earlier? " I haven't come here for dinner for a long time. So, what about you?" She began

said Jackson, looking at my mom “Oh dear, you can call me Jelena,” my mother said with a smile “Really…? Can we finish this so he can get out of here and go back to sleep too,” I said, leaning against the wall. "You come here, we have a project to finish, right?" Jackson said "I can't believe this is happening to me," I said, annoyed "You can go upstairs and I'll bring you breakfast," my mother said, then Jackson and I went up to my room

Bree struggled to open her swollen eyes. “Bree, darling. Dios mio! What happened to you?” Mrs. Madeline Samaniego—Jackson’s mother. Bree recognized her voice. “Tyler, get her to lie down in bed. Hurry! Oh my god! This is horrible!” She sounded frantic, shocked, and worried. Bree groaned as she felt the soft mattress under her back. “Bree, darling. How are you feeling? Why are you sleeping on the cold tile? Where’s Jackson? Why did he leave you like this?” Mrs. Samaniego bombarded her with questions, her forehead furrowed at Jackson’s absence.