Mother's Warmth Jackerman Novels & Stories

“Jack. Calm down, calm down, calm….” Elen started but was cut off by Jack somehow breaking off from all the bodyguard’s hold and rushing towards the exit before he was held down again. “LET ME GO, MOTHER! HE’S GONE! HOW CAN I LIVE WITHOUT HIM?!” Jack shouted at his mum with red eyes showing his rage. “Jack calm the fuck down we’ll find him!” Jennifer shouted at Jack which got her a death glare in response.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

"I don't know which one did the most damage to the feelings of my best employee.” "I just need to distract myself. I look good while I'm close to people.” "You should take a vacation... "He was still staring at me. “ Cancun? Orlando? Where do you want to go? "Your voice was calm, and fun. "To which destination would you send me?” " Where do your parents live?” "My mother lives in Georgia.” "You really need to get a color. "He was smiling, making me laugh too. Jack was a young man and too fun to occupy the position he held. Owner of one of the largest companies in Seattle, single, womanizer, very attractive, but companion, despite everything. I took a look at my skin tone, checking my wrist,

I whisper. “I’m gonna hit him again!” Mom sing-songs from the kitchen. Dad full-on facepalms. “Jacob, listen to me. Their love makes you worthy. You know the shit we went through in Mathias’ pack. What we survived. What we became. And your mom still loved me. That made me worthy.” I just sit there, stunned. Quiet. “…Shit,” I whisper. “You guys are right.” “Duh,” Mom says cheerfully. “Now wash up and help set the table. Food’s ready in five.”

I couldn't believe Dad would do something like this. It hadn't been long since Mom's birthday, but a thin layer of dust had already settled in the room. Opening the closet, their clothes were still neatly folded. Dad always said Mom looked beautiful in red, so most of her clothes were various shades of crimson. Mom loved silver jewelry—ironic for a werewolf—but Dad still gave her special silver-plated pieces that wouldn't burn her skin. Mom was always cold, so Dad kept a soft rabbit fur blanket by his side of the bed.

But when he spoke, his voice was calm and deep. “Your father is a bitter man who never knew how to love a woman. Forget every word he said. I’m going to take care of you. The first time may bring a little discomfort, yes, but I’m going to make it good. Very good. I’m going to show you how beautiful it can be between us.” She looked up at him, still unsure, but already feeling his warmth spreading through her skin. “Will you really?” Jack didn’t answer with words. He stood up, finished removing his shirt, and let her see his broad chest, tanned by the Texas sun, muscles defined by hard work. Charlotte’s mouth went dry. The desire that surged through her was strong—almost frightening.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, “Great. So he’s not just some disgruntled ex. He’s a real threat. This complicates things.” “Exactly,” Jack replied, his jaw tightening, “Amanda needs to be careful, and so do we. If this guy finds out she’s reached out to us, who knows what he’ll do?” Before I could respond, I caught sight of Mother entering the living room, her presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. She had that determined look on her face, the one that usually accompanied her attempts at manipulation. “Jack,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with an undercurrent of something more unsettling.

Beta Paul led his wife to his car and told his son and daughter to go home while he drove ahead to the pack's clinic to see Charlotte. Meanwhile, Jack was raging after Charlotte had rejected him. He was free now, and many of the unmated she-wolves stood outside, admiring him and glad that he had accepted Charlotte's rejection. Jack was annoyed that Teddy would put him through such a level of embarrassment and use armed forces against him. "Jack!" His mother rushed up to hug him. Unlike Teddy, Jack hugged her back. Though he was broken, it didn't deter him from accepting an embrace from his mother as his father and sister walked up to meet him.

Tiger asked When Jack announced that his mother was still alive, Tiger's eyes grew extremely wide. "Really? You located her??..." That's the craziest thing, Jace, my mum is someone we all know," Jack said while staring into Tiger's eyes. "My mum is someone we all know," Tiger was startled and let out a gasp. "What I'm thinking about it isn't correct, is it?" He asked "Yes...Madame Zilla is my mother," I replied. Jack mumbled something under his breath and downed another glass of alcohol.

Arthur looked directly into the camera lens, which meant he was looking directly into Jack’s eyes across the span of twenty years, "then the subject—Jack—has successfully breached the Alcatraz perimeter and reached the Core." "He's my son, Arthur, not a 'subject'," the woman next to him—Jack’s mother, Elena—snapped gently. She stepped closer to the camera. Her eyes were warm, but full of a terrifying, calculated intelligence. "Hello, Jack. If you're seeing this, it means you're alive. It means the System worked." "System?" Jack whispered. The word tasted like ash in his mouth.