Jackerman Mother's Warmth 3 Novels & Stories

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because of his Omega assistant's lies. I cried and begged the pack members around us to help me put out the fire. "Mom—" My mate and my own son, because of an Omega's lies and their complete lack of trust in me, really killed my mother who didn't have much time left anyway. I stumbled and staggered as I lifted my mother's blood-soaked body onto my back, racing desperately toward the healing center.

She Just hopes it won't come to that. " Rest assured ma'am, That won't be necessary." Joahkim replied. He was happy that his mother in-law was an understanding woman. The three chatted before Vera escorted Joahkim back. " Your mother is a lovable woman." He commented. He could tell that from the little time they spend together. She was not only lovable, she is kind and understanding too. " She is." Vera admitted, " until you piss her off." She added. Her mother could be a piece of work if angry. That's why Vera dreaded making her mother angry.

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

Jeremy paced across his apartment again. It was likely the hundredth time he’d done so in the past fifteen minutes. Much more, and he’d wear a hole in the floor. Isabella huddled on the sofa, an old quilt Sonya had once made for him wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of Earl Grey sweetened with honey in her hands. The mug, a previous Christmas gag gift from Sierra, read At Least I’m Good Looking… He may not have spent more than his first five years with his birth mother, but he knew from when she’d come home from meeting with Nolan that there was little that wasn’t made better by the soothing qualities of a blanket and a steaming beverage in hand.

If there were a thermometer hooked to the call, I could almost see the frigidness warm a couple degrees. "You want a big wedding?" Momma asked. "Not a small one like my Willow and Ryker?" Jessa laughed. That sexy laugh that had started all this bullshit in the first place. "Momma, I want the social event of the season. But I want you to help me pull it off. My mom isn't like you. She isn't loving or strong or brave. She's cold and pinched and hateful. This is going to be a day I treasure for the rest of my life. Getting your son for keeps and entering into a family that you've raised into the people they are today."

Adrian had his phone out, pretending to take a photo of the river. I caught up, walking beside them. “Much better,” my mother said, looping her other arm through mine. “Now we’re all together.” We walked like that for a while. The three of us connected. It felt wrong. It felt right. I didn’t know what it felt anymore. Back at the hotel, my mother announced she was taking a bath. “You two should have a drink,” she said. “Bond a little. I know you don’t get much time to talk at work.”

She sobbed while saying, “I always miss my mother…*sob* I know she is never going to come back… Why when I cry people tell me to be strong and show their sympathy…..*sob*sob* They don’t understand that it hurts…*sob*… I just miss her, but now when you said I could call you mom…..*sob* It felt like she was back to me… She is here… Accompanying me through my journey…*sob*sob* Thank you, mom… I love you so much.” Mother Smith could feel the pain that Jessica was suffering. After all, she was still young when her mother died. Mother Smith comforted her until she finally calmed down. Giving her a glass of water, Mother Smith cracked a joke which lighted the mood. Jessica finally smiled and they b

I was trembling with rage as I headed straight to Henry's house. Henry answered the door in a bathrobe. It looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower. The moment he saw me, a smug grin appeared on his face. "Well, Jason. To what do I owe the honor?" He dramatically covered his mouth and winked at me. "Did your mother die? Did you come to drag Yvonne back home– "Ahh!" Feeling enraged, I grabbed him by the collar and drove my fist into his face.

Seeing both of them warmed me up but it wasn’t enough to make me feel good. “That’s my girl, Cassandra welcomed me happily, though I least expected that from her, “Mommy’s Bird, what’s wrong with you? Aww, he dumped you, right?” she insinuated. “You can’t just be serious for a second,” I screwed her, pushing her away playfully. “No! no! No! you need this, come on. You know you do like it when I warm you up with a hug,” she yearned, pulling strongly. “Maybe, she needs mine,” my mother woke up and suggested.

“Your time has come.” “No!” Jamal shouted, his heart pounding as he tried to back away. But his legs refused to move, and the Reaper drew closer. “No, I’m not ready! I can’t go!” The Reaper extended its hand, the cold radiating from it like a deathly aura. Just as it was about to touch him, a blinding light exploded from the void. Warmth washed over Jamal, chasing away the chill and the darkness. His mother’s voice grew louder, more insistent. “Jamal! Please, baby, come back to me!”