Jack Dawson Titanic Novels & Stories

Liberty’s eyes widen like she just got Christmas early. Jace, from somewhere outside, yells, “I HEARD THAT.” I stare at Dawson, mortified. “You. Why would you?” He looks equally embarrassed and unrepentant. “Because it matters.” Liberty claps a hand over her mouth to hide a grin. “Oh my God.” Dawson’s ears go faintly red. “I’m not.” He stops, exhales. “I’m not trying to perform it. I’m trying to… not lie about what’s real.”

Dawson chewed on his lips as he stared at Jack, he wasn't one that had blood in his hands, but he knew that there was no way he was going to let Jack live. He was a threat to him, for now, he was going to let him have Helena and after making sure he was dead, would he get her back? “ Bring her out” his voice sounded gruff as he ordered. Footsteps rustled behind him, Helena had a hand over her mouth as she glanced at Jack. “ Jack…” he watched as she ran her hands over his face, so tenderly that it ached his heart. “ Jack….” The tears ran down in torrents before she slumped in his arms.

She muttered under her breath, "They are really engaged!" Jack began introducing the others in a low tone. "This is Jonathan Dawis, Nathan’s father. This is Selina Dawis, Nathan’s stepmother. And this is Albert Dawis, Jonathan's elder brother and that's his family. And here is Selina’s son, Logan and his girlfriend, Elvira..." he paused recalling what her surname was but Ericka completed it. "Elvira Hollow" Jack shot her a surprised glance but soon composed himself and averted his gaze.

He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining. Jack strums a couple of cords on his Bass Guitar. Jack can give Dax a run for his money with the ladies; he has that whole surfie look minus the actual surfing going on; there is no doubt he is hot, blond sandy hair to his shoulders, ocean blue eyes and a golden tan. Yummy.

The first part sounds like admiration, but the latter carries a note of disappointment. "Yes, I’ve taken care of a child before," Dawn responds, standing up and meeting Jack’s gaze. She notices how especially handsome he looks today—no surprise for a top actor. "I thought you knew, though, since you recognized me so quickly when we first met. You’ve met Travis, haven’t you?" Jack raises an eyebrow before chuckling softly. "Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you *were* his wife." "And I wish you weren’t," he mutters under his breath, stealing a glance at her.

Jessica was not ready to say goodbye to Dawson no matter how many times the reality dawned on her. From the time of the funeral and burial arrangement to the time of laying his body six feet down underground, she doubted if she ever got herself. The whole city came out to mourn in one way or another. To them, it was a loss. Dawson was a big business tycoon whom others began to know as a philanthropist who helped struggling businesses in the past. Xavier even heard testimonies about his grandfather from the mouths of others for the first time. Jessica did not shed a tear for fear of encouraging Xavier to break down through the process. She saw how he tried his best to be strong.

“Awesome. I’m Karl, by the way. Quick survey: What’s the name of the actor who played Jack in Titanic?” He blinked, thinking for a second, then smirked. “Leonardo DiCaprio, obviously.” Damn, he got it right on the first try. I laughed, pulling out a fifty-euro bill from my pocket. “Nailed it! Here you go, man. Thanks for playing.” He took the cash, folding it with a nod, but his eyes lingered on me a beat longer than necessary. There was a spark there, a subtle flick down my body and back up. “No problem. That was easy.”

“Are you going to toss and turn in your sleep again, dreaming about Jack’s death?” “I shouldn’t. I left the room early.” “As if you don’t know every scene by heart,” James mutters. A beat of silence passes before an idea strikes me. “You know, James, I think Jack’s last name wasn’t Dawson but Lester. That would explain his bad luck winning tickets for a doomed cruise.” James stares at me, expressionless. “Is it really so hard to pick a different movie?” I roll my eyes. “Just don’t buy me a cruise, and we’ll be fine, James. Especially since after the holidays, there’s no way the two of us would fit on a piece of wood together. Anyway, I need to go. I don’t want to miss the necklace toss.”

Tiffany got up and stared at Jake in shock, "How dare you? Just because I asked for your help you now want to paint Dass evil before me?" Jake got up as well, "Think about it, Tiffany. I'm not making this up. The evidence is right in front of you, you just have to see it. Do you remember when you were kicked off the cruise ship and I dived into the water to save you? After putting you on the inflatable boat, I saw him. I saw Dass and he was the......" "Enough!" Tiffany bellowed, showing Jake her palm. "That is enough, Jake. I will not tolerate one more word against Dass.