Mother's Warmth 2 Jackerman Novels & Stories

“And you, mother. You are the worst woman that I have ever seen in my life. You had to toy with my feelings like an idiot when all that I ever did was to love you unconditionally. For God’s sake, you were my life. Why did it have to end like this? “You made me turn against the only woman who has been good to me. I hurt her for you and took away everything that she had so that you can be proud of me. Mother, I did everything for you to not leave me alone, do you not feel anything for me?” When she kept quiet, Jack got the answer that he needed. His expression turned grim as he looked at her coldly “I swear that you will never have Baron or Morgan Corporation. I swear that I will fight for my

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

she apologized as she handed me one of the coffees. I nodded dumbly still with my eyes on the floor. When her eyes landed on Jack they turned cold but she quickly fixed them. I knew very well that my mother didn’t like Jack. She called him a bad influence. I guessed it was because he had dropped out of school and also had thousand earrings on his face which were the same as those on Mesmick’s face. “Jack” she said softly as she hugged him. “He’s in safe hands now.” Something my mother didn’t have was a bad heart, no matter how much he hated a person when they were in trouble she always helped them. Jack held on her tightly as he burst in tears, just like a little baby something he didn’t do

From my toes up to my face, she smiled when she saw me lookinh at her, "you always this hot? Or am I in deep shit..?" I laughed and took her in, she was wearing skinny jeans and a tank with sneakers... "you don't look bad yourself... oh and I think you're in deep shit." She bit her lower lip, "you gotta take me out.. or else I'll burn in this shit.." I smiled, Jasmine knew her shit.. "Jas I have a game.." "And I'm here to watch you play..." "Can I go now..." she touched my hand, "watch that number 10 cheek, she's the only thing they have...the rest are just... what do you guys call them? Cows?"

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

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.

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.”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

“You think I do not see what this is? You do not want Bear because you care about that dog. You want something that still belongs to her so you can yank her back whenever you get bored. You want her scared and available so you can keep playing out those selfish little fantasies and those weird kinks you never had the guts to call what they were. You are an obsessed, toxic animal in a nice jacket, and I am done watching you pretend this is about a golden retriever.” “Maya.” My face went hot. “Enough.” She did not hear me. Or she did, and she did not care. She grabbed my iced coffee off the table, turned, and dumped the whole thing down the front of Grant’s jacket. Ice hit his collar. Coffee r