Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

She seems to have a lot of doubt about his intentions. "I don't understand. I said I won't go back with you. I don't want anything from that man! You might as well go back and do whatever you want." Bella said and stood up. "You can come and see the children before you leave. That's the least I could do." Bella said and stood up to walk away. "Am not done yet, " Luke held her and stopped her from leaving. "What about your mother? She spent her life building that company with your father. It was her wish to see you taking over one day. Won't you do this for her?" He asked.

My mother walks into the kitchen, Darius close on her heels; I frown and ask, “Mom, where is Jackson?” She smiles, “Jackson and Leon will be here tomorrow.” I slap my forehead before asking, “Did you come alone? What if we were under attack, mom? You could have been hurt coming here by yourself.” She snorts, “I am not that silly; Layla, Kay, and the she-wolves will be here in five minutes.” I sigh; thank fuck for that; mom frowns and looks sideways at me before mind-linking me and asking,

he replied. “Well, she is your catalyst” his mother said beaming, “And you'd forgive her that debt cos without her, you’ll need to wait another fifteen years”. (Around the Blue Moon Pack) Jackson looked more worried than Scott leaving the girls alone. Margaret had assured him that they’d be fine. And since the rest were asleep, Scott sneaked out to escort Jackson back to the Blue Moon. “It was nice having you around for today” he patted Jackson. Jackson chuckled, “Yeah, you should be thankful I was with you or you couldn’t have handled all that yourself”.

Helena offered. “Can Jackson take my mother to the bed so she can rest?” I asked cautiously, looking at Leonhard. “If you trust him, then I trust him too. Yes, he can—but I want to go with them, my wolf can’t bear to be far from her.” I nodded and walked with Helena to the guest room. I pulled the blanket back, and Jackson carefully placed my mother on the bed. Helena had already set everything up in the bathroom for Leonhard. “Would you stay with her while I take a shower?” Leonhard asked. I simply nodded. I knew I couldn’t bring myself to leave right now.

The wind stirred through the tall trees, brushing gently against Jackson's cheek as he stood outside the tent. Shadows danced below the moonlight, but the air held something else.... Something colder. "Jackson," his mother called again, and had gone to meet him with her arms folded. Her tone was already weary. "It's getting late. Come inside." Jackson didn't move. Instead, he tilted his head to the side with a half-smile. "Mum… you didn't greet my new friend."

Rafe questions, his voice full of doubt, but I ignore him, continuing on. “He’s not used to women’s tricks and pranks. And he’s had a hard night, dragging my bleeding butt all over the countryside. Be nice.” My mom just sighs, still grinning, as she smiles warmly at Jackson. “I owe you a life debt, boy, for bringing my daughter back to me. I’ll never be able to repay it.” She leans forward, offering her hand in a normal way. Jackson, sensing that it’s real this time, reaches forward to take it, wrapping his large hand around her small one.

Jackson leaned into the touch and they continued their way toward the river. Jackson took a deep breath. They were far enough away that he couldn’t smell the pigs or cattle as much and the air smelled clean and fresh. The sun was directly overhead and kept him plenty warm. “Your grandparents look younger than I expected,” Wren said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. Jackson hummed. “Yeah, Mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me. My dad’s parents wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but she refused. They kind of forced the marriage between Mom and Dad at that point.”

As Jackson's mother had nothing to do with Victoria, she didn't want to know more about her either, instead she continued to feed her children. “Jackson's mother is a superstar and winner of South America's best actress award, and she stopped acting for a year to go to Europe with her husband. I hear she's coming back at the end of the year and will start acting again.” Noemia told Victória about what she had heard from her friends. Victoria listened to Noemia without taking it seriously. After all, the gulf between her and Jackson's mother was simply enormous and they ran in completely different circles. “They have nothing to do with me, and you should think about what to wear to the cockta

"To Blue Cross Pack. My mother’s journal—it might have the missing piece we need to finish the cure." Jackson jerked back like I’d slapped him. "No." "You didn’t even let me—" "I said no, Karen," he snapped, yanking his hand away. Every muscle in his body looked ready to snap. "You’re not going back there." "It’s the only way!" I stood so fast my chair screeched across the floor. "That journal has everything! My mother was close to a cure years ago. Her research could save your father!" "I don’t care if it holds the secret to eternal life," Jackson growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You are not setting foot in that territory again."

I Jackson tells her, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them so he doesn't see the inevitable look of pity. “I was alone, abandoned by my mother. Without my aunt, I could have possibly ended up like some of these people. I don’t remember that time, thankfully, but Jacqueline has reminded me of what she did for me my whole childhood.” “What? I didn’t know that,” she says in surprise. Jackson takes a deep breath, steadying his racing heart.