Jackson Fuller House Novels & Stories

Her eyes were dancing with mischief. Exasperated, he leaned his forehead on her chest, “Holy Crap! How can I forget?” *** Rafael and Emerald were busy in the kitchen when the door opened with a thud, “Good morning, lovelies!” Ten years old Jackson marched in with a swag. At this age, he had all the traits of his father. He was already a heartthrob at school who wanted to direct school plays but never wanted to act in them. “Good morning!” Emerald’s hands were slathered in olive oil when Jackson not only gave her a hug but also kissed her cheek tightly, “You are becoming more beautiful day by day, Mrs. Wyatt.” He stayed there in her embrace secretly winking at his father.

When I bought my new apartment and finished the renovations, my cousin-in-law, Linda Jackson, who I had not heard from in years, suddenly tagged me in our family group chat. [Wendy, I heard you bought a new apartment! That’s such a big deal. You’ve got to treat the family to dinner to celebrate! By the way, there’s a new restaurant that just opened near my place. Your nephew and cousin really want to try it out. Let’s do it this weekend!]

Joseph Jackson throws a brief, warning grunt at Michael before marching past his eldest son, leaving the future king standing completely isolated in the pouring rain. "What is the purpose of this royal gathering?" Jone asks, his deep voice echoing with genuine confusion as he leads the family inside the grand stone kitchen. The Jackson brothers immediately begin whistling at the mechanical scouting drone Jackie Hale gifted to the den, ordering the little machine to direct them straight to the preparation tables.

Jackson got out of bed and got dressed, going down and cooking biscuits and gravy as he texted Sam to come by for breakfast. Once everything was done Riley was just coming out of the shower as Sam and Mandy arrived. Mandy and Sam dropped off some of their clothes before they all sat down and ate. The breakfast that Jackson cooked went by fairly quickly with tons of chit-chat and Sam finally announcing that they would be moving in downstairs. Jackson was happy as he watched Riley and Mandy celebrate as they ran down the stairs to unpack Sam and Mandy’s stuff.

Promising to see each other tomorrow to make gingerbread houses. "I don't know about you guys but I'm exhausted." Jackson huffed, flopping back on the couch and putting his feet on the table. "Remember you're in the office." My mom reminded him. "That isn't fair." He groaned. "I'm not making Olivia take the blow up. She's the guest." "But I'm your favorite child." Jackson whined. "Dream on. We all know I am the favorite. I'm the baby." I stuck my tongue out at him. Everyone knows the youngest is the favorite.

"Jackson, welcome home! It's great to see you too." After a brief exchange, Jackson's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So, where's my little buddy Aaron? I've got a special gift for him from my trip." Aaron came downstairs from his room; his eyes widened with excitement when he saw Jackson. "JACKSON!" he exclaimed, running towards him with open arms. Jackson scooped him up in a big hug, spinning him around in a circle. "Hey, buddy! I've got a special gift for you from my trip. Guess what it is?"

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

Anna Fuller puts on her parental tone, “she earned such a good opportunity on her own, she deserves some reward.” Ava looks like she’s about to cry. Wait, I haven’t even served the main dish yet. “Welcome home, Scarlett,” Jack Fuller exhausts his patience, “This place will always be your home.” While I knew the Fullers would pretend that we didn’t just have a huge fallout, I’m still amazed to see it, every time. I mean, this is how they dealt with it every time I was caught running away. Nothing “happens” at the Fullers.

The room is wide, cockroaches will never enter here. "What? Aren't you all happy? Creating stories that ruined my whole life. I'm so happy with that," Jackson is playing a game on his big television. The chain on his neck is sturdy that can never be broken easily. There are no things that Jackson could use to remove the chain from its tie. Whenever he pulls, a gas automatically sprays, makes him immediately fall asleep. "Bro, don't be sad. Dad said you can come back when everything is fine," "Bullshit, Jeffrey. Just get out of here. And don't fucking touch my wife, she's pregnant,"

When Billie left to go finish up chores Dakota wanted to go with her. Nora and Jackson showed Allison to her room while the other kids went off to do chores and get ready for dinner. Jackson was very friendly and used a soft voice with Allison. She could tell at times when needed he had a stern voice with his children. Jackson was 6 foot 2 inches. He had dark natural black hair and ocean blue eyes. He was definitely handsome and that's where Jensen gets most of his looks from.