Nate Jacobs Mom Novels & Stories

ELARA’S POV “I’m the last person you’d want to listen to, and I know I don’t even deserve for you to listen to me,” Nate said, his voice calm and gentle, almost sincere. “But, Mrs. Westwood, I’m asking you to please hear us out.” I noticed the faintest shift in my mom’s demeanor, a slight softening in her posture. Her arms were still crossed tightly, but she no longer looked like she was ready to rip someone’s head off

I took in his words. Even Beta Jack, who was no stupid man at all, must’ve had every dark thought possible about Chrystal…and still, she was his daughter, and he loved her. That’s why I knew that Nate was right, and that whatever he did, whatever he prevented True from planning, was because he was suspicious of Nate’s involvement. Jack could’ve still loved his daughter, and still known she was dangerous. “What did he say?” Nate didn’t answer right away. He looked straight ahead again and exhaled slowly. It was clear he was picking his words carefully. “He told Mom not to make any rash decisions and wait it out,” he said. “And then he told me he wants to talk to me tomorrow.”

Jane said, "I want to go see Aunt Irene." Nathan didn’t know what to say. In fact, Nathan’s mother was also a victim. But he hadn't mentioned it because his mother had once been his father's wife. She was the wife of the murderer who killed Jane and Jordan's parents. Even though his mother had done no wrong, if Jane and Jordan went to pay respects, they would inevitably think about how their parents died. Moreover, there wasn't an absolute need for a visit either. "It's fine..." "Nathan." Jane looked into his eyes and said seriously, "We are family."

he said casually. " Really? Are you sure this friend doesn't like you? I mean she left home all the way from Australia to attend your event " his mother said. " Mom don't get it twisted, Andrea is pregnant with babies," he said, emphasising each word. " I know, you told me her husband passed away. I remember. Do you have a picture of her? I would like to see what she looks like," Mrs Jones demanded. Jacob shook his head ” I don't have her photos, I will bring her home tomorrow. Happy now? “ He said unceremoniously.

mom said, as she began to sniffle. “Finch! About time son! I can’t wait to meet the little lady who finally tied you kids down,” dad bellowed, clapping me on the back. Marg and Adam Jacobson were about the sweetest people you could ever want to meet. They certainly did their best with us, though I can’t imagine we made it incredibly easy. They were good, solid people who were never able to have children of their own. “And there are babies coming? Tell me everything,” mom said, as she reached for both Jack and I and pulled us toward some seats.

Nodding, I waited for Nathan to start talking, dismissing Nolan’s comment. “My mom believes strongly that her friend's daughter is my mate and she is crazy because trust me she is not,” he complained. “Is it someone I would know?” Side-eyeing his brother Nathan huffed, “Stacy Jacobs.” Covering my giggles I shook my head. “Is your mom an idiot? Stacey Jacobs was once Stanley Jacobs I doubt any child would be conceived in your union,” I proclaimed through giggles. “Exactly why we have to return and face her. She is not right in the head,” he growled firmly.

There, I saw my mother—the woman I hadn't seen in three years—smiling warmly as she held Emily's hand. "Mom," Jake said, "the baby's due in less than a month. Has Nathan gotten any better? I feel terrible about what I've done to him. Once Emily gives birth, I want to bring Nathan back and tell him the truth." My mother listened to Jake, her face calm and unreadable. "Nathan used to have everything," she said flatly. "You and Emily just started building a good life. What's the point of bringing him back?" My eyes started to sting. I walked forward slowly. They all noticed me and looked up. "Mom." The three of them froze.

I said to her and felt Jacob's presence beside me. “Hey, Venessa,” he greeted my Mom, hugging her, “can you take Jessica out for a while,” he said to her. “My Mom isn't your nanny,” I said to him, with anger in my voice. My Mom gave me a puzzled look, “it's okay, I'm happy to take her,” she said, walking away with Jessica. Jacob sighed and stood in front of me, “what was that about?” He asked and I scoffed. “That was me reacting to the news of you screwing with your ex even after you told me there was nothing between the both of you,” I said, nearly shouting.

"Look at her. She has the same eyes as Mrs. Ashford." "Didn't they say Mrs. Ashford had another child, before they found her?" Everything was strange and loud, and my body was burning. I looked across the room for Mama. Her face was steel. Her eyes were full of disgust. My chest squeezed so hard I couldn't get air. "No. No." Mama doesn't want them to figure out who I am. She doesn't want anyone to know I'm hers. "She's not my mommy. I don't have a mommy."

he added, Nate lowered his arrow and turned back to the table to pick up the sharp silver pieces of his arrow “What are you doing here? What do you want?” He fired tonelessly at his dad “I suppose it’s not a bad thing to drop by and see my son” Jacobs replied and he walked slowly towards the table “You mean the son that you ruined his life? You pushed me till I really can’t undo what I did and I don’t think you feel any remorse about it” Nate fired “I don’t think I pushed you…. I think you wanted to do it” Jacobs stopped in front of Nate and Nate raised his head up so he could look his dad in the eye