Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

Her years of acquiring background information on Jason were paying off. The second of July was Jason's mother's— Selena Lyndon— birth date. The beautiful balladeer who disappeared from the face of the earth without a trace leaving her husband and kid, who was barely 10 years, behind. There was zero news on why she left just like that. Surely, they must have found a way to thwart the news from leaking just as they did to that of her sister. Of course, Jason must still miss his mother. Every child would miss their parent who left them as a kid.

the whisper burst the dam. For the first time, I allow myself to grieve my mom. Serene Jackson, the woman who lost her life to a man’s obsession. My mom.

Not one month later, my mother who was nursing her and her daughters’ broken hearts, and the entire world got the news that Nicolas Jackson, married to a stripper, whom he met at a wild Las Vegas night, cause it was love at first sight for him and she was the one. While his fans showered him with love, support and ‘respect’ my mother was battling with depression. One day, after school hours, Jessica, who was ten at that time, found our mom in the bathtub, lying pale and unconscious and soaked with blood. I still remember my mother’s gut-wrenching screams that day at the hospital, as we heard the news that she was pregnant about eight weeks, but the child could not survive. That was the last

No one would. “I knew it! I knew you were nothing but bad luck!” Jackson’s mother came running at me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling until I saw stars. “Evil woman! Did my son make you barren? Why did you choose to make his life difficult?” She yelled at the top of her lungs, shoving me to the ground and pressing me down with her foot. “Did he take away your womb?” She ground her foot into my belly. “Is it his fault you’re empty? How dare you attack our next Alpha! What did Blood Moon ever do to you?” She screamed and screamed, her shoes ripping my shirt and bruising my skin.

And he pulled my face back so he could look at me. "You took care of them?" He asked. And I nodded my head. "Me and the warriors. We took care of them. But...but...mom." I sobbed. "What about your mother?" He asked. "She showed up. It's a long story...Jackson, she's dead." I sobbed with more tears spilling from my eyes. And I could tell that he didn't know what to say to me after that. He pulled me back into his embrace.

"Listen to me, Athena. A woman like you was never good enough for me. Without money or power, let's see how long you survive without me. "And don't even think about taking Jackson. Custody of him belongs to me. I won't let him grow up trapped in the same miserable life you're heading toward." Just then, Jackson rushed over and clung to Mason's leg, his voice ringing out, "Only someone as gentle and kind as Ms. Moore deserves to be Dad's wife. She plays the piano and teaches me how to swim, unlike you, who can't do anything! "You're never going to be my mom again. Get out of our house!"

As if the space was empty, even though it was filled with people. Jackson’s mother was the first to greet them. She was a striking woman, tall and composed, her presence commanding without a word. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, her eyes locked on Savannah the moment she entered. There was no warmth in her expression, only cold calculation. “Jackson,” she said, her voice clipped, barely a whisper above the sound of the piano. Jackson’s response was equally cool. “Mother.” He glanced at Savannah, then back to his mother. “This is Savannah. My wife.”

Jackson wasn't too surprised either; he replied softly, "Impossible. The dead cannot be resurrected. It's too illusory," This Hana once wanted to tell Jackson but ultimately chose to remain silent. Because she knew, at that point, Jackson wouldn't hear these words. His mother's death was a black dot on the white paper, forever memorable in Jackson's heart. "You keep killing your stepmother?" Hana asked curiously. Jackson glanced at Hana and replied, "Probably not," "Ohh," Hana asked with a laugh. "Why is that?" "Luckily, she gave birth to a good daughter," Jackson replied.

Jackson froze, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Mom, what did you just say?" Mrs. Milton looked at him coldly: "Son, this is the last time I’ll call you that. I carried you for ten months and raised you with your father, not to see you become heartless. From today, I sever all ties with you. From now on, you can do whatever you like." Jackson was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "You old woman, you’ve really gone crazy! I come to give you money, and you want to sever our relationship? Mary was right, you’re really stubborn!"

However, Jackson had a bad memory associated with his mother, so she always assumed that the word 'Mom' was a forbidden word to him. Jackson sighed as he watched her eyes widen in shock. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. "My mother abandoned me when I was a child. I've always associated the word 'Mom' with hatred. I never thought I'd use the word again, but Serenity… You showed me what it's like to have a mother. It's really heartwarming for me."