Andi Jackson Books Novels & Stories

There was still a long time before nightfall. “Would you like to have some snacks? I can make some for us.” “That's great!” Her face brightened at once and words couldn't describe the joy that etched on her face. We set out of the room at once, quickly moving towards the kitchen. “It's been a while since you've been here with Jackson, right? What do you know when you're bored?” “Nothing much. I have a large collection of books that I made Alpha Jackson buy for me, and those are what I read whenever I'm bored.”

Jackson attacked Adrian blindly again frustrated that he couldn’t hurt him like Adrian had done to him, “has that bitch told you the things, i did to her and how she begged me to stop hurting her, I can still remember her screams like it happened yesterday, it was fun to hear her screams, they are music to my heart” Jackson said hoping to distract Adrian long enough to get a fatal hit in, “And when I get her back, what she will face will be worse compared to last time” Jackson grinned evilly.

He opened the book. It wasn't a bible. It was a ledger. The pages were filled with names, dates, and payments. Some entries were written in ink, some... looked like dried blood. "Alex, scan this," Jackson ordered. "Digitize everything." Alex pulled out a portable scanner. "On it." As Jackson flipped through the pages, his face grew darker. "1940... 1965... 1999..." Jackson muttered. "They have been orchestrating wars. Famines. Stock market crashes. And here..."

So far, her strategy had paid off. Jimmy emerged from the back, heading for a carton of used books on the counter. “Mackie, I’ve logged these already,” he said, scooping up an armload. “Some of this old stuff is pretty cool.” He hummed something Mackenzie didn’t recognize as he disappeared down a book-lined aisle. Judi made a sudden beeline for the counter. Mackenzie braced herself. “Mackenzie, has Jackson called for me?” Sighing, Mackenzie mustered a smile.

I don’t even wait for lights-out to make my move- I casually pad barefoot down the hallway in my pajamas, make sure the coast is clear, and slip into his room. Once safely inside, I flip the lock on the door before turning around and taking in the interior of Jax’s room. This is my first time in here, and I’m not sure what I expected, but it’s… cleaner than I thought it would be. Tidy, even. Everything seems to have its place- even his dirty clothes are in a hamper near the closet rather than being forgotten on the floor. Jax is lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, sprawled out on top of his navy-blue comforter. He’s got one arm drawn up behind his head, and his hard body is

Jake had once claimed it, and it was strangely good. With boldness, I reached back to hold Conrad’s hardness, feeling a bit nervous and excited at the thought of being taken by both of them. His cock was thick and throbbing in my hand. I used my free hand to grasp Jake’s cock, and he groaned. They’d break me surely, but I couldn’t stop myself from craving such sensations. Deep down, this was a wild fantasy of mine I had yet to admit, and now, fuck it. I wanted them both.

“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?”

But I felt disappointed by the fact that their parents were returning. In my dreams, John repeated his warning. "It's over between us, Tonia. You're not our mate. It's time to focus on other matters affecting the pack." He let go of me, and I awoke. ------ It was evening, and I heard the sound of maids running helter-skelter. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson had traveled on a one-month trip to the neighboring pack, Silverado Pack, for their 25th wedding anniversary. The triplets—John, Julian, and James Jackson—weren't the only children of their parents. They had a younger sister, Martha Jackson, a 22-year-old woman, but she was married to the Beta, Saul Howard.

Kia stacked their empty bowls back on the cart then migrated to the bed and the open laptop. Jackson dug through his bathroom drawers for a comb. It’d been awhile since his hair had been long enough to require a comb to tame it, but he knew he had one hidden somewhere. Wren sat in the wooden chair and didn’t move. Jackson wondered how his hair was taken care of before, though judging from the scars covering his face and the visible area of his arms, he’d take a guess that it wasn’t taken care of at all.

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.