Jackson Douglas の小説・ストーリー

He answered. "You and I both know how adamant she can be about certain things," I reminded him. Jackson laughed and shook his head as nostalgia played on his face. "She may be cuckoo but she believed in us when nobody did," Jackson said. I was never going to forget about that for years to come. Natalia St. Dumas was part of the people that made Renaissance a top global company. "When are you getting a place on actual land?" I asked him. "So you can confine me to the laws of the land? Never," He said as he sat down with his own plate of steak and beer.

Joshua, Jasmine's older brother, led a group of people into the restaurant. He spoke respectfully, "Mr. Jackson, this way, please!" The man referred to as Mr. Jackson was none other than Dylan Jackson, the head of the Jackson Family, one of New York’s new powerhouses and a formidable player in the business world. Caitlin knew a little about him. Dylan's face was cold, his suit impeccable and full of authority. He walked with his eyes straight ahead, never glancing sideways.

"... And, in spite of the fact that the loyalist troops suffered about thirty one casualties, they were able to rescue thirty four political prisoners, at least one of whom is quite well known. "Prior to being kidnapped, jailed, and tortured, Sophie Doug Douglas served as President and chief executive officer of Doug Douglas Enterprises. Older viewers might remember that Ms. Doug Douglas' uncle, Marcus Doug Douglas, was the Confederacy's first President. Now, as the industrialist comes out of seclusion, the resistance gains a skilled... " Sandral swore, pushed her way out of the shower, and reentered the bedroom. Her hair hung in strands, her face looked older, and water dripped off her body

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

“Mrs. Jackson used her connections to get this well-known doctor. I think his name is Waylon Sacket. “It’s said that he can always work a miracle. As long as he’s willing to help, any dead person could be brought back to life.” Harvey lightly nodded. He could not recall such a prominent figure, but he could probably tell he was experienced based on his looks alone. After all, everyone knew what would happen if anyone tried to fool Darius Jackson at this very moment.

I should have told him when he’d appeared out of nowhere just to take me away. I didn’t have to wait any longer. Dalton was quick… well his fierce and furious growls were quicker. I could hear it way before he appeared, zipping through the trees. Jordan and the rest of the guys arrived shortly after Dalton had lunged himself through the air, aiming straight for the zombie. Marcus didn’t deserve to die like this. If anything, I think both Dalton and I would agree that this kind of death would be too easy for Marcus. All those sins he’d committed…

I headed right for the Kitchen and grabbed a dish from the wooden shelf and got myself a meal, then I headed for the sitting room where mama was seating. As I sat, starring at the screen, the next news that appeared was about the death of Christopher .M.Jackson, the guy who took dancing in Brooklyn to the next stage, an urban legend, but now the late Black Jackson. Victoria Fox, a popular white American news analyst in Brooklyn shed more lights about his death and the F.B.I investigations so far regarding the death of the great dance icon.

Jackson D'Angelo, who is he, what is he. I realized this morning that I really have no idea who he is and what he does, yes I know he owns the club, but apart from that I really do not know much about him. Not that it really matters, it makes no difference to me if he is a mafia boss or just a simple night club owner. I bring him coffee in bed. Jackson ~”What did you do wrong baby girl?” Kayley ~”Nothing. Why?”

I, Selena and Emerald moved on the beats of music’s laughing like crazy on each other funny dance steps. Some people looked at us as if we are weirdos. Not that we are not weird. Hey! But weirdos have more fun! Selena and I continued to dance till a hand on my ass forced me to turn. I looked in a pair of warm honey hazel eyes to pink lips. Who is this handsome?! "Hey, I am Jackson and you are?" The hot stranger asked as he pulled me closer by my waist. He smells of woods and musk with a hint of wine. He is so tall and I had to jerk my head to look at him.

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”