Blanket Jackson Mother Novels & Stories

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.

"But, Mom, you saw that, I only want what is good for him," Mr. Jackson attempted to defend himself, However, his grandmother was already heading back to her room with the support of Jordan, the defense not working in his favor.

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.

Jade insisted and when she saw Jackson glaring at her, she said, “ I promise that I will not disturb Yvonne, do not worry I will not disturb her!” Jackson sighed as he had no idea what to tell his mother. His mother was not a wicked person, she also had sympathy. It’s just that she had a bad temper and a bad mouth. By having a mother like her, it was destiny that he and Yvonne would face a lot of difficulties.

My mother was Cassandra Williams, the president of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. She was the most admired woman in all of Harville. She was crying hysterically. Tears poured out of her like a broken dam. When she reached out her hand toward me, it was trembling uncontrollably. “Isabel, come to me!” The person to my right was my father, Robb Payton. He was, by all accounts, a scum who had just been released from prison on parole for assault.