Al Jackson Books Novels & Stories

He might be able to deal with Rish, and physically he could deal with this old man, Jackson. But there was something in Jackson that spoke too much authority, and Alice wasn't feeling good about it. "Do you have any other way? If you don't want to come, then do you think you can find Alisha?" Jackson rolled his eyes. He just wanted to dig this man's grave. If it weren't for the curse, he wouldn't even be planning to deal with it. It's just disgusting to deal with humans, maybe way more fucked up when it's a person like Alice.

” Kayley ~”You will when it is three in the morning. Jackson ~”Lucky men don't have to worry to feed babies.” Kayley ~”Who said that?” Jackson ~”That book you gave me to read.” Kayley ~”Don't believe everything you read.” Jackson ~”But that book.” Kayley ~”I don't care, I want that book back.” Drake ~”Boss have you learned how to change a nappy yet?” Jackson ~”Fuck no. That book said men don't have to change nappies either.”

She gripped the porch’s support beam to steady herself. ‘No, Rachel, indifferent wouldn’t describe how I feel about you.’ ‘How do you feel about me?’ she asked, then wished she could bite off her tongue. He shook his head, his jaw clenching as he looked away. ‘Hell if I know.’ On his way out of his small, barren kitchen, Jackson picked up the manila folder labeled ‘Confidential: Insurance Reports.’ With a cold can of beer in one hand and the thick file in the other, he stretched out on his leather sofa. Jimmy Buffet’s graveled voice broke through the stereo speakers, the familiar words and melody filling Jackson’s townhouse, making it seem not quite so empty. He’d never bothered decorating h

The Alpha's office was large. Three bookshelves filled with new and old books rested there. I'm sure no one even read them, and opposite them were three gray chairs and a glass center table in the middle, probably where he eats or relaxes. The windows were slightly opened, but in a way that gave the office minimum light. Alpha Jax cleared his throat, and that stopped me from further exploring his office. He still hadn't looked up from the documents. He sat there ever so calmly. His whiskey eyes showed a bit through his glasses in a serious expression.

Looking at Lila, he said with a soft smile, “By all means, pack them.” “Did Steven Giles cough up more funds for research?” Lila quizzed. “Is he making us move? I don’t understand.” Carefully placing the lid on the oversized plastic tub that contained his research files, Jasper stopped working and took the time to properly explain things to his assistant.

I looked at Jackson who is smiling widrly while examinig the outside of the library. Books are his companions. He loves reading. I secretly smirked. Might as well pull a bit of prank. I rolled my eyes. "It's okay, I find it boring." I turned my back and tried to walk. When he suddenly speak. "Wait! We will not enter? I mean, do you want to see inside? Its more beautiful seeing the books than looking here outside." I turned to him. He gulped. "But if it's not okay, we will get going. But you'll miss what's...inside..."

“BlackWager Fight Club.” “Club? That’s the only clear thing to me. If you’re actually bringing me to a club where...where he might be...” I huffed frustratedly and groaned, “Between a woman’s legs, you better stop this car right now.” His laughter boomed in the car, and I looked at him, confused. His head shook, soft laughter coming out. There was nothing funny about it. “Cassandra, you’ve got the wrong idea. BlackWager is not that kind of club. It’s a place where underground fights go down. Jake’s in some deep shit, and he needs your help.”

Whoever had brought me to that house really didn’t care if I escaped, which made me feel safe. The backyard was a small bare yard. There was an umbrella and a table under it. A few yards away was a hammock and a book on it. I walked towards it and picked up the book. Pet Sematary by Stephen King. I frowned, wondering what sematary meant. Suddenly, the back gate opened and Alpha Jackson walked in. he was shirtless. My eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from the rock hard six abs he was sporting. I stared at the v-line that disappeared into his jeans, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Eyes up here,” he said.

Jackson likes to play there, and we left with an armload of picture books, as well as a few paranormal romances for me. One of the books is on the coffee table next to me, and I intended on reading it. Jackson fell asleep pretty quickly tonight, and once he was down, I took a quick shower, changed into my PJs, and came downstairs to have a cup of tea and read. It’s so domestic it’s weird.

“Since like…you can leave the kids behind and go continue your education? And I’m kind of…attached to them right now?” “I don’t know,” Jackson says, heaving a sigh. “I’m not trying to be evasive – I just…honestly do not have an answer for that, Ari. I need…a lot of books. I may not sleep again until I’ve read them all. What do you think?”