Jackerman Mother's Warmth Ep 2 Novels & Stories

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

He felt both annoyed and amused, realizing he couldn’t keep up with Bonita’s sense of humor anymore. Watching the three women he cared about laughing and chatting warmly, Jeremy felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. His so-called hatred for his mother evaporated. The tuna fettuccine melting in his mouth was proof enough that his resentment was nothing more than an empty pretense. “Why are you looking at us like that?” Bonita asked when she noticed Jeremy eating without complaint. Jeremy shrugged, his mouth too full to answer. Bonita smirked. “You will definitely miss me.” ***

"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."

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.”

- Jobert "We can't do anything, we lock the gate and if we went outside maybe we are a goner already"- Jester JM went silent and cry beside me it is so hard to believe "is Mama safe?"-JM JM looks to his father eyes Papa went to JM and hug him "don't worry Mama is alright"- Bobby even though Papa said she is alright but deep inside of my mind saying that my mother is in danger even though she is at the overseas we count our foods and now that we have an extra mouth to feed

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

"Mom! Look! I'm not useless! I have something!" I kept shouting as I choked on water. I sank, kicked upward, sank again, and struggled back to the surface. The footage shifted to another angle. The yacht continued forward while my mother stood at the stern with her back to me. Amber leaned against the railing, licking a lollipop as she watched me struggle. Then she turned. After making sure my mother was not looking, she faced me and mouthed, "Die, you little shit." She smiled, winked, and waved goodbye.