Jackson Douglas Novels & Stories

This revelation left Adams bewildered, especially considering the unfamiliar man standing beside her, whom he had never seen before. The expression of confusion was etched across Adams' face, evident to Jackson as he approached him. Sensing the need for clarification, Jackson extended his arm towards Adams and introduced himself. "I'm Mr. Dave Jackson. And you are?" he inquired, his gesture a mix of friendliness and curiosity. Accepting Jackson's handshake, Adams replied, his shock still evident in his voice, "Adams, Adams Bright." How could he be Jackson? Jackson had been presumed dead for years. Could he be another Jackson? These thoughts raced through Adams' mind, questioning the bewilder

Most of them belong to me, which makes me one of the rare Platinum customers in this mall. Last time I remember, Grandma Nina held the Diamond membership here. Well, you know what I mean. I am not criticizing them, but they are too proud of their status. Anyways, I walked inside the mall and directly went to the shop of designer Jackson D. He is my mother’s friend and one of the classiest designers renowned for his unique fashion sense. He is famous among celebrities mostly. I have known Jackson D since childhood because of mama. He is one of the funniest guys and a sweetheart. I also like his boyfriend, who is a chef, Danny Roberto. Both looked so gorgeous together.

"We should probably just take things slow." "You are absolutely right." Chloe nodded. "So what about you? You twenty-three, single and like sweet wine and long walks on the beach, too?" Jackson chuckled. The left side of his mouth came up in a crooked smile that made Chloe swallow hard. It wasn't fair to put such a kissable smile on a man. "My name is Jackson Wolfe. I am twenty-eight, single, and I like whiskey and hiking in the mountains." Jackson grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. Chloe couldn't help but smile back.

Apart from those, he wasn't such a man of big stature. "My name is Jackson. I am the boss of The Thrill. You are Raymond. She is Grace, the zombie fighter. Aren't you thrilled?" Jackson stretched his hand to shake hands with Raymond. Raymond refused to take it. "It's okay, if you don't shake hands. You're still bathing in hot surprise" he walked away from them. An iron cage dropped over the two of them immediately Jackson moved away from them. "I won't want you to think of yourselves as prisoners. I just hate losing my men easily and carelessly. They are like brothers to me" he put his hand on his heart emotionally.

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

He did not bother to mask the intense desire burning in his eyes. “I don’t know you,” Madison shook her head and responded. “You’ll know once we have a drink!” Doug chuckled. The next moment, he extended his arm and tried to grab hers. Madison dodged backward, only to feel her palm landing on another palm. It was not too big, but very warm. “Where did this rascal come from, you dare to harass my girl?” Jason said as he approached the two. Clark pulled him back and whispered, “Third brother, this is Doug Buck. Not someone that we can mess with.”

He called. He was dressed on a black slack that came loose, but fair enough for his build, paired with a casual shirt underneath a leather jacket. His hair nestled messily, yet unnoticed on top of his head. It was Jackson, who had first have his job on the station located in Belize, a fresh grad from the academy, however, he deems to lack the experienced, which he was aiming for. On his hand, he was clutching a brown envelope, while running after his breathe.

He shouldn’t be gone. “Jackson was a man who cared for everyone he knew deeply. He had lost his own baby and his sister but still kept fighting. He knew what people wanted, even when they didn’t know what they wanted.” Why am I doing this? I am accepting he is gone, yet I can’t accept it.

Then she turned to Jackson, and whispered, “Damn, he’s fine and I’m not one for cowboys but I’d save a horse to have a ride on that. Why didn’t you tell us?” “I just found out. Which one is… never mind, I see the hat.” Jackson’s eyes narrowed as he studied the man. Chestnut hair and blue eyes scanned for Milli as he held an expensive bouquet of lilies and tropical flowers. He looked like a GQ fashion plate in a Stetson. Jackson walked out and waved him over, “Milli’s finishing a cake. I’m Jackson Harper, Milli’s best friend.” “Edgar Rowling. Marni told Heith and me about you. Nice to meet you.” He shook Jackson’s hand firmly.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."