Romans & histoires Sons Of Anarchy Mother Of Jax

my mother exclaimed, grasping my hand and inspecting my body for any signs of distress. "Where's Jax?" I inquired, still unsure of what to reveal to my mother. "Who's that?" my mother asked, her worried expression deepening. I contemplated for a few seconds before answering. Should I just blurt out that Jax was a wolf and that he had brought me to his pack? My mother would be shocked beyond words. "Who is he?" I finally asked. "He's the one who saw you being taken away by some guy," my mother explained, turning to the man who was pale like me.

Jackson said slowly. Sofia looked at Jackson in shock and anger when she heard what he said. “Jackson, I'm your mother.” She threw the magazine in her hand directly on the floor and said angrily. “I gave birth to you and raised you. Are you fighting me over a woman?” “I know what you've done for me, and I'll take care of you as much as I can, but I can't turn a blind eye to your mistakes, let alone the fact that you hurt my loved ones.” Jackson looked at his mother without much affection and said. “I'm not going to push you away directly, and this is the last thing I could do for you.”

"Together." I could feel the tension radiating from Jaxon as he turned to his mother, his jaw clenching. "Mom," he said then, his tone tight but polite. "Good to see you. His mother stood only a few feet away from us, and she was no less than brilliant in a chafing black dress. Her ice-blue eyes scanned me a moment, then lingered before she turned to Jaxon once more. "I see," she said coolly. "How wonderful. You've decided to make an announcement tonight, then?"

The words struck exactly where she intended. Guilt. Blood-deep and immediate. I staggered back a step. Silas moved beside me. Not touching. Just there. “Enough,” he said. “She is my daughter!” my mother cried. “And she is not your bargaining chip.” My mother stared at him. “You know nothing about mothers.” Something dark crossed his face. “You’re right.” The room chilled. Jaxon looked suddenly uncomfortable. I glanced at Silas, but he gave nothing away. My mother turned back to me.

She clamped her mouth shut. "So, why are you here, Jaxon?" Cristina's mother asked, her eyes fixed on Cristina, who looked scared, probably anticipating the confrontation. "You already know why I'm here, don't you?" Jaxon said, his deep voice laced with danger. "Did you steal my sister's child, you sly witch?" Cristina and Bella gasped. "I don't appreciate the disrespect; I'm older than you," Cristina's mother retorted. "Well, then, old lady, tell me how my sister's child ended up with you," Jaxon demanded.

Mom struck a tree branch into his mother’s abdomen, resulting in fatal blood loss. Unbeknownst to Mom, Bryan was pretending to be unconscious at the time. Subsequently, Mom spent a grand sum to cover up the homicide to look like a car accident. She did everything just to be with Bryan. I sank and nearly slipped off my seat. Mom had gone mad… The police said that Bryan stayed with us to seek revenge. He bought a signal jammer online and acquired anesthesia and drugs to induce abortion from the black market too. That explained why Bryan was cautious when his package arrived.

I run my fingers over the scratched wood frame, and the knot in my throat begins to build just like it always does when I think of my mother. Helios- Do not mourn Jackson. They have returned to the Goddess. I scoff before answering my immortal Lycan. Jacks- My mother's wolf is back with the Goddess, Helios, not my mother. Not the human woman who was tough as nails, but also extremely loving. The woman who could bring my father to his knees by using just her voice. The woman who ruled our people with an iron fist and brought us all closer. That woman isn't with the Goddess, Helios. She is gone! My mother is gone!

They had been going on a great conversational path and then she pushed him over the ledge to watch him fall. “What?” he cleared his throat. “How did you know my mom passed away?” “Jax told me.” That wasn’t like him to use their dead mother as a way to get into a woman’s panties. He wondered what brought up the conversation in the first place. Jax hated talking about Mom with anybody. Since they were two years apart and Jax was the oldest, he’d always held on to more memories of her than him. But that didn’t stop him from imagining his own memories until the point that he couldn’t decide which ones were real and which thoughts were simply formed from his mind.

"I won't allow you to speak of my mothers like that. While I didn't meet Katherina in person, you respect her in my presence, and yes, she trusted that damn Maritza, who didn't measure up. As for my mother Lilibeth, you'd better watch your mouth whenever you speak of her." "That poor woman who's only with your father because she's been forced all these years. It's a shame that your image of a happy little family is a farce. Your supposed mother has never really loved your father, let alone you." Giulio spits. Just as I'm about to respond, I hear someone loading a gun, followed by a shot hitting Giulio's healthy leg. All my men and I turn, and I see my mother with a gun in her hand, a look on

Her voice trembled as she said, "I heard everything just now, Mommy. They said I'm not your daughter, that Daddy divorced you, and that… that Linda is Daddy's daughter." My heart ached with every word she spoke. The filthy truth was never meant to be revealed to her at such a young age. I held her close, gently patting her back as I comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, Natalie. Mommy's here." Natalie's appearance was like a sharp slap on Arnold's face. His earlier lies of me being a crazy wife and that the custody belonged to him, shattered completely when she called me "Mommy."