Mother's Warmth Jackerman Part 2 Novels & Stories

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

"Guess why my dad did that? Guess if my dad really is what he appears to be? Guess if my dad really respects you and cares about you?" Mark's voice was like a hand reaching out from hell, tugging my sanity down into the abyss. "How about you two go into the house and talk? It's cold outside." The butler's voice saved me from the abyss. Mark gave me a creepy smile and said, " Yep! I'm finally back from the damn hospital. I can't wait to get into my home!" He emphasized the word "my home". Mark looked at me meaningfully before he was wheeled away in his wheelchair by the maid and said, "Let's have more talks when we get a chance. My dear stepmother."

He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and leaves. “Mother!” I look over to her, “what is wrong with you, that was so rude”, “I needed to show him who’s boss, I can’t watch my daughter go through another heart break”, “ok…..I guess, you could have at least shook hands with him, I’ve been telling him how sweet you are, that was mortifying”, “Good, now he knows not to mess with you, or me”. I quickly send Daniel a message, ‘I’m so sorry, my mum’s been abducted by aliens and has been replaced by a dragon!”

Sunglasses even though we’re in the shade. “What are you doing here?” “Roman sent me. Said you left early and he wanted someone keeping an eye on you.” Of course he did. “I’m fine.” “I know. But let me stay anyway.” I nod and turn back to the service. Jack’s mother steps forward to speak. Her voice shakes as she talks about her son. How he was always smiling. Always helping others. How he had his whole life ahead of him. She breaks down halfway through and can’t finish.

He adjusted her disheveled dress with a demeaning slowness. "Now, go back downstairs," Xavier whispered coldly, appearing completely unshaken after what they had done. "Go to your husband. Let him smell my scent on your skin. Remember, Elara... every time he touches you, remember who made you tremble tonight. And this was just the warm-up, Mommy. The nights to come will be very long for us." Elara climbed down from the desk, her legs still shaking. She smoothed her hair, trying to gather the fragments of a dignity that had been shattered into dust.

"Get up, I want to get a better look at you." Jack wasn't in control of his body. It was the strangest sensation to feel his body standing up all by itself. He couldn't fight it, he couldn't even scream. "Well that's a good boy. Big and muscly, momma likes." The woman grabbed Jack's shirt by the collar and violently tore it open sending buttons shooting across the room. In a single motion she ripped the fabric from his skin and returned her attention to Jack.

My heart began to thump uncontrollably. “Who are you?” I finally asked after recovering from the shock. “I’m Malcolm Blake’s baby mama. And who are you and what are you doing in my man’s house?” she fired, now glaring at me. “What!"

I just shrugged my shoulder at him while putting on my seatbelt. "Still the same, nothing new," I answered sparingly but he just stared at me intently as if he was reading my body movements and facial expressions. "Stop whatever you're doing right now, Maclen. You're bad at reading someone's expression." I commented snickering at him. "You've been to Russia for five long months, Zuck. Are you sure you're still the same? Or you're slowly turning into someone, let's say like your father?" Maclen stated and for a moment it makes me think about his question.

I shrugged her off and held the toddler with my two arms. “It's okay, little boy,” I muttered, turning to Maya's direction. She wasn't there anymore; She had left to her room in shock, her reaction to the news of my son unknown by me. “Son, you can't see this and decide to cast her out,” my mum interrupted, beaming with excitement. Jennifer always had her heart, she loved everything about Jennifer down to her rebellious Wolf. There was nothing wrong Jennifer could do in her eyes. “Don't throw them out over a kiss,” she continued.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t