Mother's Warmth Jackerman Part 2 Novels & Stories

"Mom! I know I messed up! I've been trying to make things right! Please, help me! I don't want to go to prison!" Without a moment's hesitation, I struck her twice across the face. "What was going through your mind when you took those pills to deform your baby? Did you feel any guilt at all when you bribed that mentally ill patient to stab Jeremy? "When you realized I might expose the truth and attempted to kill me, did you stop for even a single moment to think about the mother-daughter bond we shared? "How dare you claim that you've realized your mistakes now? It seems to me that you're just afraid of dying!"

They embraced me briefly but tightly, and at the silent insistence of Jack, we sat down at the table. Mother kissed me on the temple, and we exchanged no words, only tears. She was far more slender than she had been before and her eyes were more tired than I’d ever seen them but she still smelled the same, and that was one of the greatest comforts I’d ever felt before. “Touching,” Jack replied with a smirk. “Now, for the last guest of honor…” He returned to the door. “Come forward!” His words implied someone was waiting outside who was reluctant to come in. I frowned in confusion.

"I'm just trying to reason with you, so you won't have any regrets in the future." "I thought," Jack leaned back in his chair, casually speaking, "you don't want to give Global back to me." "What are you talking about?" Paul became displeased. "Okay," Jack nodded. "I'm going out now." As Jack left the study, he went straight downstairs. Just as he turned the corner of the stairs, he saw his mother waiting at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor. "Jack," Anita's face was smiling, "talking to your dad about work?"

Victor, who had been arrogant just moments ago, suddenly forced on a slick, flattering smile and bent forward in an exaggerated bow. “Mr. Rivers! What brings you down here personally? This is just a small family matter. We never meant to disturb you. “I’m Victor York from the logistics department. You remember… the one you put in a word for before…” My mother immediately pulled her hand back and hurried over with a fawning smile. “You must be Mr. Rivers. My, you’re so young and accomplished. I’m Victor’s mother.

Vanessa’s POV My mom wiped away a tear that slipped from her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and added, "She was a beacon of kindness and warmth. We'll miss her terribly." Frida was more than a beacon of kindness; she was a radiant force of compassion, generosity, and genuine care. Her benevolence extended beyond simple gestures, creating a palpable warmth that enveloped everyone who knew her. Frida's innate ability to connect with others on a deep, empathetic level made her a source of solace and support, fostering an environment of love and understanding.

She’d probably be out for blood just like the rest of them. I cleared my throat and dropped back into my seat. Maximus was grinning like a damn fox. “So…” He dragged the word out, eyes gleaming. “How was the heat? Heard you didn’t find any condoms.” Jack choked violently on his food, coughing and wheezing like an old engine. He glared at Maximus, who was already snorting behind his hand, barely hiding the laughter. Then Jack slammed both hands down on the table with a resounding thud. His face was thunder. “That heat you’re talking about? None of your business. That’s my baby girl, you shit.”

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.

“ Just what the heck has my mother done ? Is she planing a rebellion by inviting all these important people ? Luckily I came otherwise she would have boiled me alive . “ said Jack . “ You bet I would . “ said a voice from behind . Jack turned his face and saw his mother looking at him . “ M…Mom… “ said Jack with a scared smile . “ I was thinking how should I skin and boil you when coming here but it looks like it won’t be necessary anymore . “ said madam Gomez . “ Mom , you have invited all these important people for the business project we are about to launch ? “ said Jack a bit confused . “ Not only for business only . Consider this as a blind date for you as well . “ said madam Gomez . “

I could hear every sound in the damn boiler room, I could hear the damn rats scram here and there waiting for their pound of flesh and most of all I could hear the idiots charged with guarding me playing poker just outside my door. I just needed one of them to make a wrong move. One of them to bring me a damn bottle or something sharp and I would bust the lock open ridding myself of the chains. My eyes zeroed in on the door as it swung open. “Don’t get too closer to that one, Jack” I heard one of them say before they all broke into laughter. The jack being referred to stood by the doorway holding a tray of what I would guess to be food. He was new, that’s the first thing I noticed the minute

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