Jackson Douglas Novelas e Histórias

I went to teach at my station and when I was coming back to my hometown, I found you walking and laughing in the bush all alone. I stood there for some time and began to call for attention. But none responded. I couldn’t leave such a handsome son to be hunted by a wild animal so I took you and brought you home. I informed the then chief of this village and his elders. Dougie, you were so handsome so everyone in the village loved you. You didn’t cry so I named you Douglas because I saw that you were bold as a child. About seven months later we heard that they were looking for you to kill you. Everyone in the village liked you and the men in this village decided that.

she snaps, “Whatever happened to Jamie was NEVER EVER Douglas's fault! Why can’t you realise that? Yeah, Jamie is gone! Yes, he died. However he died, which by the way you forgot to mention, it was not Douglas’s fault! You cannot inflict your hatred onto him for something that he didn't know happened!” Jamie? Who’s Jamie? “Do you want to know?” Jackson finally hisses, pulling himself up to standing, “do you want to know how he died?” We all stand in silence and listen to his story. “Eight years ago, there was a rogue problem in our pack land; we called in reinforcements to try get it under control. As a pack fighter, I was in contact with the alpha of that disgusting pack,” Jackson jerks his

I sighed and looked at the empty bowl in my hand. "About seven years ago, I joined the Highland pack as they needed more help to keep the pack house clean and tidy. I was given an Omega position. They were fair to their Omegas, but as a runt, I was the… well, the elephant in the room. Apart from the Alpha and Luna, everyone else preferred it when I kept myself out of their sight. Then Alpha Doug died so I knew I can’t stay in the pack anymore. I traveled north and west for a couple of years, eventually settling in the area where Liam and the others found me. The east pack.”

“Come here!” “We have a newbie? Did she do it?” asks Jack, and I guess he’s talking about that stupid tradition. “You’re still alive?” he laughs and sits next to me. “I’m Jackson by the way, but everyone calls me Jack here. I’m in charge of the missions in Asia.” he smiles.

Jackson looked at all this with a heavy heart as a solemn expression formed on his face. He didn't need to ask whose brilliant idea this was as he already got that answer when he searched his own home. Inside the remains of his destroyed home, Jackson noticed that his best and favorite weapon, a black steel battle-axe was missing. Inside this village, there was only one other person that could wield it and could figure out a way to bypass his various security features in such a short amount of time.

Jackson prompts. I don’t refuse. END OF BOOK TWO: THE DEED

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

A message from Jackson. Congratulations.

Standing worriedly in place, Jasmine hurriedly called Liam. "Liam, Mr. Douglas has had a bit too much to drink. Miss Harper and the secretary drove him back, and I've bought some pills for him. I'm taking a cab back now; could you meet me?" "Jasmine, I'm not at the hotel; Mr. Douglas sent me to handle some business in Lynnwood. I won't be back until tomorrow morning," Liam said, sounding concerned. "Take a cab back quickly."

Kane stood in McLauren's office , the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air. The old man gray-haired, fat, and always with a drink in hand poured himself another glass, his beady eyes fixed on Kane. "You're the face of this place, son," McLauren sighed, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one gulp. "It's sad to see you go." Kane didn't flinch. He had never liked McLauren. The man was ruthless, a businessman first, a human second. But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing.