Jackson Fuller House Novels & Stories

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.

"Mommy, but you said I was a great cook! When I cooked for you with Auntie Sarah!" Jackson snorted and I looked up to glare at him. He cast his eyes downward and pretended to be all guilty and apologetic while covering up his atrocious snort as a cough. I looked back at my daughter whose eyes were big and her lips trembling. "You had a really good assistant back then. Daddy here is the kind of person who burns water." I sighed and then turned to peep inside the house. The sprinkler system had been cut off automatically. Well, duh, this was Jackson Reign we were talking about. Of course, he had the latest technology installed in his house.

Jackson flared but got a glare from Mum. “Isn't Shelly the daughter of the librarian? The brat?” Dad said. “She isn't a brat,” Jackson said, offended. “See what you caused?” he said to Arthur, who kept eating. “I'm going to ruin your chances tonight,” Jackson said, and I could already guess what he was talking about. This set Arthur, and they exchanged a few words, which I knew were playful but filled with truths. I tried to keep my emotions in check, but it can be hard when Jackson was literally saying all I thought. Fortunately, breakfast came to an end.

Riley replied as she barged out of the office. THE REYNOLD'S BUNGALOW As Katherine tried to park her car on the veranda, she noticed a familiar car also parked on the veranda. She quickly stepped out of the car to take a closer look at the plate number but Jason read it out first. " TRLF, That means - The Royal Lycan Family!" Jason exclaimed. Katherine suddenly felt weak to her bones and almost fell to her knees if not for Jason who quickly grabbed her. At that moment she realized the devil had visited her house.

” Trayton ~”Well, how is your ones? Jackson ~”Absolutely adorable and that includes the crazy wife.” Trayton ~”Don't let her hear you say that, she will whack your ass.” Jackson ~”Yes that I know all too well. She is my reason for phoning, she wants Anthony gone. When do you think you can do the job?” Trayton ~”Give me another week, I just want to get this house hunting out of the way.” Jackson ~”Good luck with that, that girl of yours is full of shit when it comes to picking things.”

He paused briefly before he continued to say, “Hmm… It’s only natural that you’re taking this so badly. You’re used to having freedom… Freedom that you gave up for Tiffany. You think you signed up for a life of two… then, all of a sudden, a child appeared. It’s normal that you can’t find your bearing. It’s all very reasonable. Hey, if you can’t take it, why don’t you ask your mom to care for Plato? I thought she’d be beyond elated given the chance.” Jackson became noticeably glum. “You really think that I haven’t thought about that? Here’s the thing. My house used to be a place for only me and Tiffany. Now, in addition to that little rascal, my mom is staying with us as well! Holy sh*t, I’ve

Little ones scamper between adult legs, food covers every available surface, and several conversations are occurring simultaneously. A shoulder bumps into mine. “You must be Taylor.” A deep male voice announces. “This is my wife Martha. I'm James, and somewhere are four little ones.” I choke on my beer. Four kids? They have four kids? They are our age and already have four kids. “Breathe,” Jackson prompts as he delivers chicken and chops from the grill. “James, how did you stupefy our dear Taylor so quickly?” “Dude,” James teases. “I just introduced mi familia.”

Jackson smiled at his upside down face then leaned over him to kiss him. “You’re sure you want to do this?” Jackson asked. “I do. Liam and Zain have this place under control. Kia’s moved in with Belle. My family have their own lives. I want a place that’s just for us.” Jackson breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted change. He needed change. He was sick of spending so much time hiding out in their room. Wren crawled up to get on the bed with him. Jackson laughed as Wren’s nose found it’s home in the crook of his neck. “Should we let them know?” Jackson asked.

And then someone knocks on the door. “Sorry to interrupt,” Weston calls from behind the door, “but I need the kid soap.” Quinn and I untangle. “Right now?” Quinn asks. “Yeah. Jackson threw up all over himself and he has a thing about getting shampoo in his eyes.” Quinn picks up the bottle, shakes off as much water as she can and tosses it by the door. “You can grab it,” she calls. The bathroom is a jack-and-jill style, with doors going to both Quinn’s old room and the one Jackson stays in. Wes opens the door just a crack and grabs the soap for Jackson.