Mother's Warmth Jackerman Novels & Stories

Anderson's mother smiled at him before caressing his face. "Thanks, Mom." Anderson smiled at his mother. She really is the best, he thought. "If you get hungry, there's food on the table." Stella kissed her son's forehead and said goodbye. She needs to go to work. Anderson went to the kitchen and checked the food. After seeing what his mother cooked lunch, Anderson smiled widely. His mother is the only woman who would never hurt him. ------

Meanwhile, there I stood, the luna queen of the pack, yet appearing as if I hadn't donned a new dress in years. As she settled into her seat, I began pouring her coffee and loading her plate with pancakes. “Good morning,” I greeted, a smile gracing my lips. Instead of acknowledging my greeting, she merely rolled her eyes and buried herself in her phone once more. I stood beside her, head bowed, and hands clasped in front of me like an obedient student. She finally ended her call and sighed, scrutinizing me from head to toe before starting to eat. “Good morning, mother,” Jack arrived, dressed in a gray suit, adjusting his watch on his wrist. He leaned down and planted a kiss on his mother’s c

It was a hand, hot and uninvited. "Pervert!" I almost shouted. Every woman who commutes has faced something like this, and I was no exception. My skirt was short, perhaps too short. Bending over revealed my pink thong-covered privates, making me a target for those subway perverts. When I turned just slightly, ready to lash out, my breath caught. Reflected in the train window, the man behind me wasn’t a stranger at all. It was my father-in-law, Victor Collins, who had just arrived in Silverhaven.

Janet points toward the door. Jack crouches down and brushes her hair out of her eyes. "Do you want her as your mother, Janet?" His voice softens. "Yes. Brother and Mamma!" she exclaims. Jack chuckles softly, picking her up. "Let’s see. Maybe this time, I’ll bring you a mom whose heart belongs to us—not to that Travis. And it’ll be fun watching his woman become mine." With a sly smirk, Jack carries Janet out of the room.

Mary's wisdom continued to be a source of strength for her, and the bond between them grew stronger with each passing day. Through the complexities of motherhood, Samantha learned the profound truth that it wasn't about perfection but about love, care, and the unwavering support of those who cared for her. Jack's mother presence in her life was a constant reminder that she wasn't alone, and together, they embraced the beautiful, though challenging, journey of raising a child with love and resilience. One sunny morning, as Samantha was gently making her baby to fall asleep, she received a call from Jack, who had been out running errands in the nearby town. The familiar ringtone filled the roo

When he saw the woman that was on Jay’s back, his expression turned livid. “Didn’t you say that my mother died when she gave birth to me?” Jay said with a low voice when he got near Jack, trying to suppress the anger that was boiling in his chest as he questioned. Jack’s frosty expression was replaced with an enigmatic smirk. When Jay saw this chillingly eerie look on his father’s face that had never been seen before, he felt his blood become stagnant. It was not because he was afraid of Jack, but it was because he was utterly disappointed with Jack that his body temperature seemed to have gone subzero.

Jack said bluntly. He did not want to sound too angry. He wanted to sound reasonable. Patra leaned against the doorframe. She said nothing. Jack continued. “My mother almost killed him. Her car hit him when he walked into the road carelessly. She helped him recover. Since then, she has only cared for his safety. She says she loves him. But I hate him. And I cannot hide it.”

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.”

“He was angry and drunk. My father started screaming how it is all my fault. He watched me freeze outside. My father stared at me through the little window in the door. He kept on sipping his whisky.” “And he didn't let you in, did he?" "No." "You poor child.” Anne picked up the blanket from the floor and wrapped him up tightly. She then sat down on the couch next to him and wrapped her arms around him. Anne was hoping that the extra body heat would make him warmer. Jack no longer felt cold, he was surrounded by her warmth. Something about her reminded him of his mom. “So, you were outside?” Gordon asked. “Yes, sir.” Anne touches her cheek against his forehead.

“I am not sure if we are friends but we definitely are building a relationship. He is a stranger but I trust him. Does that make sense grandmother? My ideal idea of marriage always was based on love.” “It does Jazz, just follow your heart.” Jack was surprise when he saw his mother dressed nicely as she stepped into the coffeeshop. Because he was uncertain about her reaction, he chooses a place close to the homeless shelter. He notices the waitress no longer works there. “Hello Jack,” He quickly stood to pull out the chair for her. Sitting across from her he just looked at her without her usual appearance. He quietly realized he has an attractive mother. “Thank you for coming Mom,”