Andi Jackson Books Novels & Stories

Jackson laughed. "Yeah, it was like that omega wolf stuff. "For some reason I can't get that book out of my head," he said, resuming his task of detangling my hair. He dived right into the book he and Michael had picked up while I was away. He seemed interested in someone who'd sworn off reading. I answered as many questions as I could, but sleep was slowly creeping in. Now that all the rush was gone, my whole body came crashing down, and I felt drained. I leaned back against Jackson.

“Dear Maria, I finally found this book in a bookstore near campus. Hope you like it. I'll send the next series after I find it. Greetings, Jackson. " A sigh escaped Beverly's throat. For some reason, the thought of Jackson's closeness to Maria made his heart ache. Beverly snorted softly. Apparently, Jackson loved Maria very much. Beverly caught Maria's name there. Yes, the first chapter does describe who Maria really is. Is that why Jackson bought this book for Maria? Because Maria's name is clearly printed in this book? Again, Beverly's mind was filled with questions about Maria and Jackson. And he was getting annoyed with himself.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Greg's house Kema sat on the chair opposite Jackson as he stared at him. Jackson was staring into the screen on his phone, and a smile crept up to his face. Kema was curious as to what the young boy was reading that made him smile. "What are you doing?" Kema asked in a friendly tone. "Reading a story" Jackson replied "Which story?" "New Legend of Sango" "By who?" "Banjo Muhammed" Jackson replied "Oh! I have heard of him before. He is the one that wrote The heart broken vampire. He is good"

“I just wanted to know if you're okay, yesterday you were a bit... “Don't worry, I'm brand new. “I smiled and looked at his hands, trying to read the title of the book, but the veins outlined in his hands took my focus away, making me think about what those hands were capable of doing. “I brought you these books... “Jackson showed them to me, then handed them to me. ““Fate” and “dog on board” “I murmured, looking at the titles and names of the authors. “Destiny is by the author Rivers Mandson, it is a book that helped me a lot at times, it involves connection, the law of attraction” Jackson explained, making it clear that he understood that yesterday I went through a terrible situation and n

the woman protested. "Okay, you're right. I won't push," Jackson said with a gentle smile. "See you later, ma'am." He picked up the bags and walked toward the lounge. The hallway was quiet, the hotel peaceful at this late hour. When he pushed open the lounge door, he found Janet sitting on the couch with her laptop, her face illuminated by the blue glow of the screen. Jackson dropped the food bags on the coffee table. "What are you doing?" "Working on Freelancer. I got a job to create a website for a small bookstore," Janet replied without looking up from her screen.

she told Danielle, and went back to her food. “Hmm, I see. Why did he give you books on social etiquette to read?” “Well, your perfect husband thinks I’m too local and lack table manners,” she belched, and quickly covered her mouth, feeling embarrassed; Danielle chuckled and thought it was cute. “Why haven’t you read the book” Jackson asked the moment he settled back in his seat. “They’re boring, besides there’s nothing new in those books.” Jackson shook his head, feeling disappointed. “Have I ever told ya that your foolishness is astonishing?”

I saw a lot worse in my line of work, but every time I came across something like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Jackson was tall, with dirty blond hair bordering to red and freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose. He had a babyish face. If he was a comic book character, he'd definitely be Archie. The desk across from the bed was flat on the floor, along with papers and stationery which appeared to be scattered everywhere. A black diary was face down.

, she said and left. Feeling excited and felt like singing I remembered this is a serene environment not like high school. I dropped my bag and started work fully going through the documents sent to me and also mastering how I receive calls, "this is Amanda Jackson, from Triston limited, personal assistant to Drake Triston", I repeated it for several times and chuckled to myself, have never felt this way before and it was good. My phone buzzed,it was no other than Annie"sweetie, how are you doing,work is going on smoothly and great" , I said before she would bombard me with questions.

It was my right. I saw Alpha Jackson emerge from the packhouse. He was just as handsome as before and my heart skipped. He would be mine soon. But then I stiffened when I saw a woman, a human woman step forward and take his hand. I could smell that she was human from where I was hiding behind a big tree. Why would he ever hold the hand of a human? That didn't make sense. By the way that she hurried to the children and guided them to the packhouse while Jackson and his warriors ran into the building to fight the fire, she acted as though she had some authority. She acted as though....