Jamal Murray Parents Novels & Stories

Jay had blood running down his face and into his mouth but he didn't seem to care as his grip on Mj’s wrist tightened “I was only eight years old M I couldn't go out looking for you on my own it wasn't safe and they thought you probably died after the hurricane passed!” Mj stopped fighting his hold on her wrist and exhaled “what happened to our parents?” she asked and Jay let her wrist fall to her side “I told you, mom died,” he said in almost a whisper and Mj cocked her head to the side “and our father?” she asked and watched as Jay shifted from one leg to another.

She still keeps in touch with MJ. Baby Jay, named after his father Jared, just turned two years old. MJ is pregnant with baby number two. Doctors have said this one is a girl. Jay takes his red hair and blue eyes after his mom. But his features are all his dad. Once MJ and Jared had their son, Jared's parents moved closer to spend more time spoiling their grandson and soon granddaughter. Jared was still a professional quarterback. They have a nice home, and a little yorkie named Bella. They only live forty five minutes from the MC clubhouse. The MC has asked Jared to prospect for the club, but he politely declined. Sports are his life, and MJ. MJ was happy with the decision.

He schooled there and went by the name Jason since it was the name his mother gave to him while his grandmother from his father's side gave him Mathew as he was a gift from God after years of asking for a child. His late mother, Jada Smith, an England citizen, never stayed with his father. She preferred not staying away from home which was why his father had to stay away from them. His father Jamal Smith is an American citizen and during his tour in England, he met Mr Smith's mother and instantly felt a connection with her. It was an attraction at first sight for the both of them and they stayed in contact with one another even though they were in a different country.

He just wanted to know. “Liam, can we talk about it after I return from New York?” I asked softly, trying to buy myself some more time. There was a brief pause before he nodded slowly. “Okay.” He whispered. I reached back and gave his hand a small squeeze. “Thank you.” Minutes later, we pulled up to Jamal’s parents’ house. His mom was already waiting outside. “Be a good boy. And call me if you need anything.” Liam nodded and waved at me before running over to meet her. Our eyes met and she smiled at me, then turned around to the house with Liam by her side.

He maintained the Bermuda lawn and the orchids their Madam Lauren had planted. He was also her neighbor in their small village which was an hour's ride from here. His father was the same as her dad, a driver of Master Christopher Michaels, Albert's father. He was a tyrant business tycoon and owned a lot of giant companies in the country and abroad. Jaden's mom was one of the chefs. So, all six of them served this high and mighty blue blood family. Jaden had been pursuing Sam since they were in high school but she always told him, he had no chance for someone had already taken her heart. When he asked who, Sam simply replied, "My imaginary boyfriend!"

I just had to stay right beside Jayler because I won’t forgive myself if something goes wrong when everything’s already a mess. Mom and dad finally decided to move out of the city not even a full week that Jayler was in the hospital. Dad sold the house to the market and bought a new one in Hamilton. Dad basically spent a lot of his money just so we could all move and I don’t even have a say with the decision. I know they wouldn’t listen to me

Dakota runs into the room, followed by Tyler and Sarah, who are running much slower. "Mommy, you have to see my room. It looks really neat," she says excitedly. I rub my hand over her head. Courtney and I have this in common: we're single mothers who will do anything and everything for our kids. Jordan and Bobby stand in the doorway, looking at us. The men who have come into our lives and made our families complete are an added bonus. I think we're all going to be one big family after all this is over. We all just have to stay alive.

I tried to eat, but my hands shook. Jamal’s hand rested lightly over mine, giving small, quiet reassurances that made my heart ache. His mother’s questions came first, sharp but polite. “Cierra… what is your family like? What do you do? What are your ambitions?” I forced a smile, keeping my voice steady. “I… I help people when I can. And I value family… loyalty.” Jamal leaned over, whispering softly, “Smile. Simple. You’re doing fine.” His father’s gaze turned serious. “And your connection to Jamal?”

Kent teased, referring to Jarrel, who also happened to be his friend. Kai knew her relationship with Jarrel wasn’t a secret, but for some reason, her parents never seemed to approve of him. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand why. Jarrel loved her. He came from a wealthy family. He owned a business. He was a good catch—a husband material, even. Yet, her parents never warmed up to him. “Just like you, that’s why I don’t like that man,” her mother suddenly announced, her words hitting Kai like a slap.

In a fit of rage, I hurled the basketball in my hands directly at James. Fate is a funny thing. Sometimes, it’s beautiful; other times, it’s downright cursed. When my parents dragged me along to apologize to James, it turned out our families knew each other. “Oh, look who it is! Little Amy! You’ve grown so much! I remember holding you when you were just a tiny bundle of joy. Do you remember me? Joe?” My dad and James’s dad, Joe Jonas, were best friends back in college. If Joe’s family hadn’t moved overseas to start their business, we might’ve had some kind of childhood betrothal.