Jackerman Mother's Warmth 3 Novels & Stories

Jackson wakes up to see me crying but when he approaches me his eyes widen just like mine. “Oh my fucking god!”, he gasps making me chuckle at him through tears. “Language jack!”, my mother exclaims tiredly but still a smirk on her face making me chuckle although my eyes didn’t stop tearing up. “I will go get the doctor”, Jackson tells grinning as he leaves us behind. “mom how are you feeling?”, I ask her softly wiping my tears. “Am fine cassie, just a little tired, am feeling like I was kept in a freezer for years my bones feel numb”, she tells with a tired smile on.

Agent Jane watched as Rashonda started rocking back and forth on the bed while caressing her son’s arm. The FBI agent came and sat beside Rashonda on the bed while smiling at three-year-old Jamal. Jamal studied the wrinkles on the face of this white woman sitting next to his mother. Rashonda kept her attention on her baby and she kissed Jamal’s fingers. The young mother felt the tension in her body dissolving a little. She watched as her son used his small fingers to draw across his mother’s shoulder.

she said hugging my mother from the back "Don't mind her daughter you know Scar doesn't help around rather lazing around her room that's why I'm always to see you around. I wished you live here with us" mother praised jackie which I know if I make any drastic mistake she will beat the daylight out of me "Oh my sweet mother" I said "you know you're the one that always asked me to take care of my body and to sleep very well so my skin will be smooth and good" I sweet talked her

Jessica drew in a deep breath, then said faintly, “I wish my mind could think like yours, Amora. But I’m scared… scared that someone might hurt you again like before.” Her words silenced Amora. Old wounds began to throb again. Slowly, she took her mother’s hand and held it tightly. “Mommy… I’m fine. I have you, and that’s enough.” Jessica gave a faint smile. “You really are a strong girl,” she murmured. Without another word, Amora pulled her mother into a tight embrace. In that hug, time seemed to stop. In this world, there was nothing more comforting than the warmth of a mother’s arms.

She quickly pulled it down and Vincent's angry cock saluted at her like a sword. "Your dick is really unusual in size, Baby Boy. I didn't make a mistake in choosing you." "I will also make sure that the money you're going to pay me wouldn't be wasted, Romana," Vincent answered. "Ssshhh!" Romana applied her index finger to his lips. "Call me Mommy," added the woman. "Okay, Mommy." He picked up Romana and placed her inside the jacuzzi. Vincent gently soaked Romana's body with water using the hand shower. His caresses were careful and tender to increase the warmth that Romana felt.

If they heard anything at all that they didn't like, they would end the call before the three minutes were up and maybe even harm my kids. "Mummy, I really hate it here! I want to come back home to you... I miss you so much it hurts," Jasmine said, taking a hand to her chest as she massaged it. I understood what she was doing because she had learned it from me. Whenever I was nervous or feeling sad, I massaged my chest to help ease my nerves or pain. "I miss you too, my pumpkin. I miss all of you... Mummy will be with you soon," I said in consolation. I glanced at Jeremy and issued an instruction to him, "Jeremy, take care of your siblings, okay?"

Where the warmth had always— *Always—* Been present. Even when she was at her lowest. Even when the pack had been cruelest. Even when she had been most alone and most convinced she was inadequate and most certain nothing would ever change— *The warmth.* Her mother. In the blood. *This whole time.* Luna breathed. Fought for composure. Found it. Held it. The way her mother's voice had held even in the memory. Fierce and clear and present even at the edge of everything.

“My mother is originally from a pack in the northwest, but she moved here with my father when he found her to be his mate.” “Hmm,” Jack looked at him curiously. “Well, it’s great to meet a man our Ela has spoken only good things about for the last several months. Meeting you first must be a great relief to her,” Jack said, squeezing my shoulder a bit tighter. He does that action often when he is acting protective. It’s like he’s trying to lend me some of his strength. Again, it’s a familiar touch Cherum used to do to try and comfort me. “I’m here too,” another familiar voice spoke up from behind Cherum. My smile slid off my face, knowing that this was inevitable.

JAX: I took her pale hand in mine; her temperature seemed normal, a good sign that life coursed well through her. My mother had surprisingly been waiting for her to wake up. I don't know what she had planned in that conniving head of hers, but she'd be wrong to think her sad methods of motherly manipulation would work.