Jackson Douglas Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Sam I grunted inwardly as I see Craig and his parents walk through the doors. You think they would have gone through having dinner at their own home this year. They complain about my dad's habit of always turning every holiday into what they call- another Cinco de Mayo celebration. He can't help it though. He loves his workers, and his workers love and respect him. He tries to do big celebrations for them by bringing them into our home, making a big cook-off outside and of course... Let's, and lots of drinking.

He barely have time to cover his sensitive groin before a fuzzy, furry missile streaks through the door and leaps onto the bed, landing with a floomp. Another few centimeters to the left and he would be a eunuch. Thankfully, the dog bomb missed. “Xerxes!” Jackson grumbles to his Yorkie. His full name is Xerxes the Great, and his behavior warrants use of his full government name, but he was too asleep to scold him fully and properly.

"President Miller, give it to me straight." “I want your help to look for someone.” “Is this person living abroad?” Zachary understood immediately. Jackson would not need his help if this person was in the country. If he asked for his help then this person must be in a foreign country that was beyond his influence. “Yes.” "Then it's just a small matter. Give me the information. I'll forward it to the old master and ask him to instruct someone to do it." Zachary was being straightforward. "Thank you, President Quimby!" Jackson was delighted, he did not expect Zachary to be so easygoing. He took out Lil Nine's information immediately and passed it to Zachary. "This guy's nickname is Lil Nine.

he asked. " Still on it......i was hoping I could use some help" I said. " Alright tell me.........what do you need?" he asked. " do you know if Mr Jackson have any enemies?" I asked. " uhmm, I don't think so........wait hold on" he said then I waited for a while. " listen, Jackson has no grudges with anyone but for Zaza, there was one man he had a feud with" Col. Said. " Who is the man?" I asked.

Now it felt stripped of all warmth and joy. Jackson waited at the foot of the stairs. He was thinner than I remembered, his beard streaked with gray, but his presence solid as ever. When Damon reached him, Jackson went to one knee, then turned to me and bowed deeply.

Go on, find him' Moira mused, getting up. Alex turned to her, I guess wanting to ask the question forming in our heads for the past two seconds. 'How do we find this Jackson and even if we do, how do we know he will believe us. He may think we are trying to lead him into a trap' Alex mused. Moira only smiled. 'Jackson is in North America. As soon as you get there, you will find him. He is pretty popular and concerning your second doubt, he won't doubt you even one bit. He is really desperate and a desperate person is ready for anything' Moira said.

Jackson sighs, “Ah, Eliza. To what do I owe the distinct pleasure of your call?” Jackson was a police detective, and a good friend. Another Gargoyle, but he’s more stone than flesh. His voice sometimes reminds her of stones rolling down a slope. She lays it out, and he’s as outraged as she feels. She sends him the documents and he promises to get it sorted ASAP. “Thank you, Jackson. You’re always a stalwart friend in a time of calamity.” He chuckles,