Jackson Robert Scott Age Novels & Stories

Scott said in one breath as he got to them while Liam hesitate for a little while before Nodding his head Jackson who was quick in noticing the squat team that emerged from another set of the Walls quickly squatted and picked a revolver while all eyes trailed towards him as he opened fire at the agents who went down completely "What? You all realize that am the only one without powers here right?" Jackson said while Scott smiled at him and then hugged him "Miss your troubles a lot Buddy, happy to see you in a complete shape!!" Scott said while his breath were all over Jackson's shoulders "Uhm.... That's enough Scott. Your stench is killing me...... !!"

Scott was standing outside, with a ton of beer. "Jackson, my man! Long time no talk, huh? What's going on, bro?" He flashed his disgusting grin. "Brought you a little housewarming gift!" Jackson dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I don't drink." Scott cracked up, coming inside and shutting the door behind him. "I'm serious, man. I quit for Sophie." "No chick is worth giving up booze, my boy." Jackson shook his head. "I don't know why in the fuck I ever hung around you."

"Scott! What the hell is going on?" The lecherous Mister Hendricks questioned fiercely. "Mister Hendricks, don't listen to Naomi’s nonsense." Scott's face was fluctuating between turning pale and blue. He immediately explained to Mister Hendricks in a flattering manner. "Naomi just turned twenty years old. How could she have possibly married someone else? Don't worry…" Naomi had long predicted that even if she told them, Scott and the others would not believe her that easily!

"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.

I'm their god, their savior, their worst nightmare. But I was also... "Baby Costello!" I closed my eyes and let out a sigh to calm myself. I hated that nickname. Scott slung his arm over my shoulder, his whiskey sloshing dangerously close to my shirt. I swear to god, if a single drop touched me... He had that twisted grin on his face, the one that usually meant trouble. "Happy birthday! What are you now, twelve? Fourteen?" I rolled my eyes heaven wards, "Twenty-five, Scott. Try to keep up."

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn’t done anything to get on his bad side either. “I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?” I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

"This wedding photographer and a part-time intern can only contribute this much. Who wants a ride?" They raise their hands right away, panicking. The lunch break has already come to an end. * Chrisanna Auburn Scott, 25 years old, professional wedding photographer for seven years. I have been introducing myself this way ever since. However, I'm mostly known as the daughter of the most influential businessman Christian Scott and the most successful botanist Ivanna Scott, the heiress of my paa's vast empire.

Chapter 2 Jaden Scotts **************** Jaden Scott is a tall and muscular guy with trimmed jet-black curly hair and blue eyes. He is 23 years old. Mostly, he's a mess. ****** He got out of his car that evening feeling fatigued. As usual, his nights were shaky. There was nothing that made this worse than getting called on the job first thing in the morning. He got up, took a shower, and decided to skip breakfast as usual. He always gets his breakfast from a coffee shop close to his office.

Evangeline said as she turned toward Alessandro, “By the way, how old were you, Alessandro?” My gaze flicking to him before I could stop myself. Alessandro sat perfectly still, his face hardened. Scott let out a chuckle, the sound forced and awkward. “Alessandro was a late bloomer,” he said, glancing around the table, “I think he was almost twenty-one, weren’t you?” Alessandro let out a slow breath through his nose. He didn’t look at anyone, his gaze fixed on his plate, “Yeah,” he cleared his throat, “Something like that.”

She gave Scott a sidelong glance. "I'm thirty-seven," he replied to her unasked question. "Okay, she's twenty-two, but the point stands." She paced to the counter and leaned against it, arms crossed. "I turned thirty-five on my last birthday, just so you know." Scott nodded. "Blake told me you were five years older. Not that age matters a lot." His smile was slow and sexy. "You've got nothing to worry about Jackie. I know what I want."