Jackson Douglas Novels & Stories

Annie found her mate and thank the moon goddess that both our mates are from the same pack, so we get to stay together. I am just so thankful the moon goddess blessed me with a second chance mate, I didn't think it was possible, but I guess she blesses those who are truly deserving. I can't wait to get to know Jaxson better and I hope he is going to treat me the way he says he will, I would hate to have to go through all I went through with James all over again, I don't think I could survive a second rejection.

Awaiting by the door was none other than Douglas Soros. “Mr. Elon, Jake Elon, could I have a moment of your time,” Douglas asked politely with a smile, but it changed to a disdainful look when he saw Blake by his side. “Mr. Soros, what do I have the pleasure?” Jake greeted Douglas. “Let’s not be formal; just call me Douglas, please.” “Okay, what can I do you for, Douglas?”

He put his trust in me. "Miss Dawson, Mr Winter has called you into his office, please hurry." I swallow hard when I hear her. Her voice। is soft and low like always because this lady never rushes nor does she yell at everyone. She is like Mr Winter because the man keeps wiggling like jingle bells but all of us know that he is like a devil when he is angry. He is evil. But she has not come to tell me he is evil. Oh no, even in this situation I am making jokes in my head.

she said, containing her excitement and the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. "Jones Jackson," he stated, his eyes maintaining the stare in hers. "Jones Jackson..." She repeated trying to remember, then it hit her. "Jones Jackson from The raid role!?" "Yes, that Jones Jackson. We manage him and he requires a personal assistant. It's okay to decline if it isn't what you want," he added. "Was he the one...?" Her voice trailed off. "Yes, he is the one that made frightened Higgins run around but he isn't as bad as you think. He's just picky and sophisticated like every other artist out there."

My knees went weak. It was Jackson.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Jackson made it clear that he wouldn’t be dropping anything until he met with the DPO He made it clear that he didn’t trust the normal ranking officers, and they could do with his information whatever they wished But, if he met with the DPO, he was sure to get justice. After so much disorderliness, and seeing how stubborn Jackson was, the officer, told him to wait since the DPO was busy, and he would see him later. Patiently, Mr. Jackson Roberts waited for the DPO. And soon luck was on his side, and he was able to say all he wanted. In his last words, he pleaded with the DPO that this was the only way that he could appease his wife’s heart and he would need their help on this.

"Sit down." He placed the notebook on the table and his hand began to move over the notebook. He coughed for a while. While I waited he explained what information he had gotten about Jackson. I don't want Jackson to continue to harm me. Moreover, I often go to Matilda's house to meet her or Amelie. "Jackson Giovanni, he is twenty-two years old but never went to the same school as Matilda, in fact he was in the same year as Amelie. They were in the same kindergarten. Jackson or what is usually known as Jack is also a famous wolfman in the home environment."

Three days into their stay in Montbert, Jackson was already bored. He sat on the velvet sofa in the Royal Study, reading the local morning paper. Alex was sitting next to him, translating the French headlines. "This one says you are an 'American Gangster' who laundered money through pizza shops," Alex giggled. "Creative," Jackson flipped the page. "And this one says you are holding the Queen hostage," Alex continued. "They call you 'The Barbarian of New York'."

Jackson been waiting for approximately four hours for his father to show up. The entire time he's been on edge, sweating and over thinking. He wasn't sure why he came here so early but here he is. Jackson exhaled a breath and glanced at the time. Only three minutes left before Maddox walks through those double glass doors. Jackson finally got up and ordered his food. "Like...three big mac combos, two large root beers a water, three large fries and two ten piece nuggets by themselves please."