Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

"How could you do this to us? What have I ever done wrong? Where did I go wrong to have given birth to such a horrible and vicious daughter like you? I don't want to live anymore!" Mom screamed before rushing over to the table to bash her head against the corner. Everyone quickly held her back. Isaac's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me. "Irene Sherman! Are you happy only if you completely destroy and tear the family apart like this?" Meanwhile, Mom kept trying to kill herself, and the rest of the family hurriedly brought her out of the room.

"I'm just... a little warm. It's hot in here." She didn't start moving fast. She started to move her hips in a slow, grinding circle, making sure she felt every ridge of me against her walls. Every time she pushed down, she let out a tiny, shaky breath that vibrated through the phone speaker. "Mmm-nnn-gh... Jerry is being such a good host. He's showing me everything I missed out on while you were being such a coward, Daddy."

"Grandma will just get you all three. We will have a fleet of pink cars." The house is filled with the sound of their shared laughter. It is a beautiful, terrifying sight. Finally, it is time for us to leave. My mother turns to Jasmine. She holds Jasmine’s shoulders gently and reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. It is a motherly gesture, but there is a steel beneath it. "Jasmine," my mother says softly. "If any issue ever arises, do not hesitate to reach out. I would hate to discover you were in trouble and didn't tell me."

My back hits the wall behind me and I slide down it until I’m sitting on the floor with my hand on my cheek and my mouth open and no sound coming out. I don’t understand. I was telling the truth. I was using my good manners voice. I was just saying what’s real. I don’t understand why the truth made her hand come at my face. “Don’t you EVER call that woman your mother.” Jessica is above me and her voice is shaking and her hand is still in the air. “I am your mother. I CARRIED you. She sews JACKETS. That does not make her your MOTHER.”

Fantastic! Jasmine's mood clearly improved as she skipped upstairs. When Charlene emerged from the master bedroom after shutting down her laptop and organizing her belongings, Jasmine threw herself into her arms and exclaimed, "Mommy!" "Uh-huh," Charlene said, caressing her daughter's hair but without giving her a hug in return. Jasmine joyfully chattered away, unaware of her mother's lack of affection. Thorne went upstairs at that moment. His eyes briefly met Charlene's as she drew his attention. Charlene's look was just as controlled as Thorne's. "How about Mrs. Thompson giving you a bath tonight?" she said, turning to face Jasmine. Mommy needs to talk to Daddy about something. "When Thorn

“If you would accept that wolves are beneath us then you would have no problem handing over that lowly Wolf Queen whore.” My nostrils flare with anger at my Mother calling Jamari a whore for the second time since appearing. “Call Jamari a whore one more time and I will come through thisss barrier and end you.” My voice comes out as a guttural growl as deadly calm coats my words. My Mother takes a step back from the barrier, her hand reaching up to touch her throat. “She really has you wrapped around that finger of hers doesn’t she?” My Mother tilts her head to the side as she studies me. “It’s a shame how far you have fallen over one female that spreads herself amongst two others.”

“Mum, you don’t have to stress yourself. I’ll fix everything.” Her eyes searched mine. “Promise me you won’t push yourself too hard. Don’t hide anything from me, Andrea. If you need help, I want to be there for you.” I forced a small smile. “Okay, Mum.” She let out a breath, visibly relieved. “Good evening, ma,” Jake greeted. My mother turned to him, suddenly realizing his presence. “Oh! How are you doing, dear? Forgive my manners—I didn’t even notice you! Thank you for bringing her home.”

He did not even realize he was crying until he felt a cool touch on his skin due to the tears that had soaked his shirt. The remembrance of the sight of Rosalina's unconscious body made him shiver. He kept waiting until the doctor came out. JEREMY POV I just came out of the shower and set myself on my bed ready to sleep. I opened my phone to see 5 missed calls _ Jax's mother 'Why is she calling me?' I thought I immediately called her back and she picked up. Jaxon’s Mother: Hello? Jeremy: Hello auntie did you call me? Jaxon’s Mother: Ah yes dear I called just to ask if Jaxon is with you all?

What’s with the unease I’m seeing now? "I definitely think I’m missing some pieces to this story,” I say cautiously. Though It’s not my strongest skill, I manage - miraculously - to force myself to just be quiet and not launch a thousand accusations at him. I am literally biting my tongue. Jack meets my eyes. "My mother is - and always has been - a total nightmare," he says, disdain etched on his face. "That didn't change or get amplified when she was turned, but it did unfortunately, seem to give her more permission to be vicious.”