How Old Was Jackson In Hannah Montana Novels & Stories

It was hard to believe Jamie, Aaron, and Hannah had all been here so many years ago when the tragedy had taken place, but it was true just the same. Only she and Aurora, who was twenty-seven, hadn’t been born. Elliott was still in Oklahoma at the time, and Cadence realized she had no idea if he’d ever met her grandfather or not. The question would have to wait for later as the conversation on the tape took a shift.

I start thinking of a new lie. “Now,” Jackson says, proving himself to be a mind reader, “stop hunting for another lie and tell me the truth. How did you know the wolf you were chasing was a boy?” It’s times like this that I wish he were younger, less… capable, or that I was more… something. But then I remember, at thirty-one, at least according to Savannah, he’s eight years older than me, so he’s going to have different life experiences to my relatively sheltered life in Hardin.

"Nancy asks him politely as he quickly grabs her and mutters, “Yes, you,” he murmurs. “Really!” "Nancy enjoys his affirmation. After considerable consideration, Nancy suddenly burst into speech while maintaining her composure. "Why is that?” She mutters as Jason carries her out of the icy lake while never letting go of her. ”You were born on the 30th of December, and you turn 30 years old?” She asks after Jason has helped her settle down to watch the magnificent sunset on the far side of the water with him. Jason is now reflecting on his prior lives.

He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on the cold glass, right over the woman's face. "Mother..." he choked out a whisper. Serenity froze. "What?" "That's my mother," Jackson said, tears streaming down his face. "Margaret Sterling." "But..." Serenity was confused. "You told me she died in a car crash when you were ten. You said you saw the body." "I did," Jackson’s voice shook. "I saw her coffin being lowered into the ground. My father told me she was gone." He looked at the woman inside. She looked exactly the same as the day she "died" twenty years ago. She hadn't aged a day.

he grins. ******** Third person's POV Jackson and his friends were all surrounded Hannah's house. Jackson knock on the door but no one answered, all the lights were off and the door was locked meaning no one was home. It was 11:00pm. They picked the lock and the door opens. Slowly and steady, they entered, Jackson remaining that Nancy once told him that her room was downstairs. They started to find the switch, Caleb got it and turned on the light. "Looking for something?" Hannah's voice came from the stairs, startling all of them. "Jackson and his crew, why are you guys invading my home?" She smiles as she started to go downstairs.

“I think he’s twenty. Jackson’s older like almost thirty.” “Old, huh?” I teased. “That makes me a grandmother.” “Mom.” We both laughed. She shook her head. “You don’t look like a grandmother. You still have your figure, you barely have wrinkles. And your grey hairs look like highlights.” “I think that’s a compliment?” “It is. Redheads don’t age that well.” I smiled. “Oh they do, look at Jason.” Then I shifted. “By the way, can you watch Jesse for me? I need to talk to Jason.”

“They aren’t evidence of my crimes. They’re evidence of his.” Savannah’s breath hitched. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Harrison lifted a folder. “Jackson Sterling. Age 17. Incident report. Buried by the board.” Jackson’s jaw clenched. Harrison opened the next. “Jackson Sterling. Age 20. Confidential settlement. Victim paid off.” Savannah’s eyes widened. “No,” Jackson said sharply. “Don’t ” “And my favorite,” Harrison said, tapping the thickest folder, “Jackson Sterling, age 22. The night your father almost disowned you.”

“Right. Yeah, he’s mentioned him. He always calls him Jax though. Didn’t ring a bell right away.” I roll my eyes. “He’s watched Sons of Anarchy way too many times. Jackson is named after our grandfather, who never went by Jax. Well, never according to my grandma, that is.” Archer smiles. “How old is he now?” “He just turned three. He’s so flipping cute. Hopefully he stays that way and isn’t overly influenced by his uncles.” “At least he has a good aunt.” It’s my turn to smile. “I try. So…do you like Indy?”

Gladys says. "Jackson's the oldest and he's only 25." I say. "You know that she-wolves usually get pregnant as soon as they find their mates." Jackson says to me. "Well, not me. Sorry." I say. And he smiled brightly at me when I said that. He was pleased with that answer. Probably because he knew that it would displease his mother. "Well, we'll see about that. Have you had your first heat yet?" Gladys asked.

Jake rolled his eyes and mumbled ‘whatever’ “When did you date this lady?” I asked curiously. “About five years back, Hannah was amazing until she started to see this other guy,” Jake said, “I bumped into her months ago, she and Dylan. Dylan is a complete asshole, he was rude” Jake scoffed. This was the first time I saw Jake was pissed, so Dylan was with Maren and Hannah at the same time. “That bastard ” I said, Jaxon didn't say a thing. When we reached my car, Jaxon opened it. Jake pulled away from me as he got into the backseat, I entered the passenger seat in the front.