Jackson Robert Scott Age Novels & Stories

I curiously ask while I prop my head up with my hand. Jackson takes a shot down with ease before answering. "I'm in a trading business with some allies in the West coast. It's nothing much really, but I handle the chain in some parts of Oregon such as my home a few hours away." "Wow that's really cool." I was impressed by his success. "And you're how old?" "I'm twenty-five sweetheart." He answers with a charming side smile. "Oh wow! You're sound like you've been at this for some time."

“It was not me. I wasn’t even focusing on Sable. I’m getting old and tired. I had one target, and that was where my focus was.” “You are not old.” I corrected, but she raised her eyebrows at me. “I’m over two hundred. I’m old.” She said, and I coughed as I nearly choked on my spit. “Gods!” Jackson said, and Juliana and I turned to stare at him in disbelief that he had the nerve to comment on her age. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... That just slipped out. You don’t look a day over…” “Not another word,” Juliana warned before turning back to me.

And never expected this little girl to die untimely, she was just only twenty three years old. "Let's go Scot, she will be at peace" Scot looked at Jason who came and patted his shoulder. Scot nodded at him and followed him as he got into his car. Scot turned his head and looked at the direction where she was buried, he sighed and smiled at her before starting the car. "You want me to drive you or you want to join me for a drink?" Hearing Jason, Scot laughed and shook his head. Scot just want nothing but to stay alone for a while. Scot grabbed a cigarette and lit it as he placed it between his lips.

"Sit down." He placed the notebook on the table and his hand began to move over the notebook. He coughed for a while. While I waited he explained what information he had gotten about Jackson. I don't want Jackson to continue to harm me. Moreover, I often go to Matilda's house to meet her or Amelie. "Jackson Giovanni, he is twenty-two years old but never went to the same school as Matilda, in fact he was in the same year as Amelie. They were in the same kindergarten. Jackson or what is usually known as Jack is also a famous wolfman in the home environment."

News of Jackson terminating his contract with Astral Motion Pictures had gone viral previously, but no one had been able to provide an actual reason for why he was terminating the contract. She planned to start from there. She had heard Jackson would be meeting Florence here tonight, so all she could do now was keep watch. Luck was on her side this evening. She saw him the minute she entered the room. Jackson was a mature-looking man who was turning 32 this year. He had on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made him look knowledgeable. He was also in very good shape for his age. A greasy-looking man was seated beside him. That man’s hair was parted down the middle, and his arms were wrapped

He didn’t deserve her and I would never tell him she was his blood. Worry snaked through me when Jackson stood up from his seat but Scott didn’t budge from his spot and remained rooted. “So we must leave now,” Mr. Jackson said with a polite smile and looked at Scott. “I’ll come later. I need to talk to Miss Davidson.” “No!” I blurted out but regretted it when I noticed Jackson's surprised expression. “I mean I have some urgent meetings in a few minutes.” “I’ll wait, Miss Davidson.” A strange smile appeared on Scott’s face as he scanned my expression.

“Who are you, press? That case was settled and I have no idea what you’re talking about—now if you’ll excuse me.” Scott moved past Amy and walked towards the door. “She died not long after she contacted you. Another coincidence?” she called after him. Scott ignored her and walked out. Scott huffed. Clown. There was nothing left to do here. He had to find Emily. They had to go. When Scott got to the base of the stairs, he met George and Jackson talking. “Just who we were looking for!” Jackson said when they saw him. “Hey man, sorry Grandpa Hank was being a dick,” George said with a smile.

“Married to a man like Scott? He’s so elegant. And powerful. I mean... he’s intimidating, but in a good way.” I gave a soft laugh. “Yeah. Something like that.” “And you’re so young,” she added, examining me with admiration rather than judgment. “You must’ve had so many people shocked. I love it.” Michael snorted. “Oh yeah. Shocked is the word.” I glared at him again. Courtney tilted her head. “How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” I answered honestly. “Eighteen.” “Oh wow. We’re actually age mates,” she said. “And Scott’s what—forties?”

To this very day, he still is, and Jackson is thirty now. Rose ended her story and finally turned towards her-daughter-in-law. Jennie felt chills running through her spine from the thought of Jackson treating her like a stranger someday. The idea seemed like horror to her. "Now that you know my past and his, do you have anything to tell me, Jennie?" Rose asked her daughter-in-law. Jennie felt her heart skip several beats. She held her breath, hoping this question would go away.

“ Don't say that, No one is unwanted. Look at you now, you're a rich businessman which you were meant to be. I deserve a beating for even pointing a gun at you that night ” “ But you didn't shoot me ” “ I'm glad I didn't ” Chris said and he smiled a little. It seems it wasn't a bad idea to have a brother, an older brother at that. That reminds him, Chris wanted to ask Scott how old he was though it was rude but he was curious to know. “ I know this is rude of me to ask but I'm just curious to know your age ” he said. “ I'm twenty three ” Scott said “ And you're twenty one ”