Beth Jackson Novels & Stories

Jackson saw Bella wearing a uniform, a uniform for maid. "Young madam... I'm sorry.... I didn't know you went here, you must suffered a lot, don't worry, you don't need to work or pay anything,your not supposed to be here,your a princess of Bueneva, they will punished me when they find out your here, please come with me I'll talk to my wife, don't worry I won't tell anything about you, I'll find a way to for you to get back" "Thank you Uncle Jackson, please arrange everything without leaking me identity"

“Good afternoon Mrs McCain. She's not fine, she has been chanting that she's fine since we left the office. I must say that your daughter is very stubborn, Mrs McCain.” “And who must you be?” Jane asked with a smile. Jackson blushed in embarrassment. “So sorry that i did not introduce myself when I walked in, my humble apologies Mrs McCain. I'm Jackson, her colleague from work. It's a pleasure to meet you.” “It's quite okay son. It's nice to meet you too.” Jane smiled back. “The boss personally asked me to bring her home, that's why I'm here with her now,” Jackson said. “It's a good thing that you brought her home. She looks pale and that worries me.”

This time it was a middle-aged mother with a short brown bob. It was unmistakable to the trained eye that these two pictures were of the same woman. A woman that Jackson knew worked for Brian. “I don’t know her,” he answered and winced when the distinct sound of the gun being cocked reached his ears. “Come now, Mr. Jackson. I appreciate your loyalty to Mr. Williams. But if this woman is with him, I must know.” “What did she do?” Jackson dared to ask. Julio’s eyes flashed. “That is none of your business.”

Tiffany was close to having a stroke. She was no match for Bernadette. This woman was too high ranked. She had never met anyone who acted out such a shameless schtick in such an outstanding manner. That explained why Jackson, who was used to dealing with women, had no way of getting rid of her. She was too terrifying!

Characters Jackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship. Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous. . . .

The three men parted ways, each taking their own vehicle, while Emily rode in Rayden's blue Lamborghini Huracan. Inside the luxurious sports car, Emily chose to review the message sent by Lieutenant Benjamin. She relied heavily on Lieutenant Benjamin and Sergeant Rodney, as she had told Captain Ryan Falderson, who had chosen Crawford's side earlier. She would be the goddess Athena protecting the heroes defending justice and truth. Then she would let Themis weigh the value of justice with her balanced scales in court.

Jake finally asked, his voice low and controlled. “I wouldn’t say trust,” I admitted. “But I believe she’s genuine about wanting out. She’s terrified of her father, Jake. She’s been trapped in his shadow her entire life, doing his bidding because she thought she had no choice. Now, she’s starting to see that she does.” Jake leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered my words. “If this is a trap—”

she peers around Rafe to where Jackson is hiding, “Jackson McClintock.” “Impressive,” Rafe says, raising his eyebrows at her. “How do you know all that?” “Well,” she says, grinning at my brother, “your dad pays me a lot of money to keep all of this information ready in my mind,” she says, tapping her temple with her forefinger and making me grin. “Honestly, I could probably rattle off all of your measurements, too.” “Oh really,” Jesse says, a wicked grin on his lips as he leans forward. “And who amongst us has the largest…inseam.”

“Okay, but how do you know he was cranky because of all the air?” “Did I mention that I raised my sister from when I was ten and also babysit as teenagers,” Jayce smirked at his own words? “No, you haven’t,” I sighed. “Thank God you were here. I was so worried. I guess I should resign,” “Rachel, bad thighs happened to everyone, and I know you handled it all even without me.” “I don’t know.....” “I have seen how much you love and care about Liam, and if you want to resign I won’t stop you, but is this what you really want,” Jayce said, holding me in comforting arms. “Liam is fine, so don’t worry.”