Jack Dawson Titanic Novels & Stories

“We are not sure. Jazz hired a boat. They found the boat but no Jazz.” “I am on my way Eva.” Jack dialed his friend next. Tina Duncan just sits in the chair. Her mind travels to the day when the very rebellious Jazz arrived here on the Estate. She slowly smiles thinking of the habit she develops walking around naked and chasing any visitors especially the neighborhood boys. Silent tears streamed down her face when she remembers the first time Jazz told her that she loved her as a grandmother. “What on earth happened Jazz?” The phone alert her about an incoming message. She looked at it before getting to her feet. The search is on.

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

“It’s a good city. You’ll like it.” I didn’t respond. Instead, I focused on the sight below as the jet touched down smoothly on the private runway. The moment we got off the jet a black luxury car was already waiting. “Welcome to Seattle, Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Dawson,” the driver greeted politely, opening the door. “I’ll be taking you to your hotel.” Did I hear wrongly?? Dawson? Jake’s last name was supposed to be Whitman. Just like Jason’s. That was their family name. But he was answering to Dawson?

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

His voice was soft as if he was coaxing a baby. “Okay.” ‘Bastard, a lot of spanking is waiting for your little butt. How dare you make my wife go through so much pain and yet you refuse to come out?’ Axel angrily thought in his mind. At exactly 0000hrs, the nineteenth of August, the Dawson family was filled with joy as Amelia finally pushed out their bundle of joy. It just so happened that it was Derek’s birthday, so when they heard that she had given birth to a boy, they naturally name him Derek without hesitation.

Jack looked at the Titan Heart in Catherine's hands. "Mission survived," Jack corrected. "Now... get me a drink." He passed out.

Jack glared at White while others coughed as awkward silence descended. Jack laughed awkwardly, wanting to defend himself. “I dunno man! I was wasted that time, the moment I woke up, she's already hysterical pointing fingers at me. I wasn't able to explain and she told me to stop bothering her so I stopped trying to explain.” Dior didn't want to hear but was forced to hear it. Looking at the melancholic Jack, he opened his mouth. “Maybe it isn't too late yet. Talk to her, perhaps she'll listen to you this time.”

“Many many times before. I lost everything. My parents. My soul. No one wants to help me. It’s either they think I am crazy or they are too afraid of alpha’s power. Who wouldn’t? Anyone who meddles with his affairs will be killed. That’s how easy killing is for him. An unpurposeful act.” She stood up and fetched herself a diet Coke in a can. She asked if I wanted one but I rejected. I don’t like Diet Coke. It’s Jay who stocks them up for him to drink while he’s working upstairs. I already told him how bad artificial sugars are. But he wasn’t listening.

Jack goes to stand behind me, coaling his arm around my waist in a protective mode. My father caught the gesture and cleared his throat, “What is happening here?” Uppsy. Ginnie snorted in my head. Busted. Tara chimed in. Realizing my new status, I take a deep breath in anticipation for what is about to come, but before I could answer, Jack beats me to it addressing my parents with an eloquence I have not heard in him. “Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I’m engaged to your daughter. She is my chosen mate.”

She raised her arms, 一 a sign of surrendering, and laughed again, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm just kidding. You're so serious. Loosen up a bit, will you? By the way, what's your question?" "Well, about that. I just thought... can I find a man like Jack?" She seemed a little puzzled so, I continued to speak. "The leading man in the movie 'Titanic' Jack Dawson. Can I still find a man like him in this modern world? A man who's willing to do anything possible and sacrifice his own life for his girl? Out of 7 billion people on earth, is there anyone destined like him for me? For a sick and worthless woman like me? What do you think, Nurse Christine? Is that even possible? "