Jackson Fuller House Novels & Stories

Aiden says, sounding determined. “Bro, it is okay, we have Omegas. Besides, if you want your pack to be involved, speak with them, and ask for volunteers. That way nobody is rubbing anything in, and they are choosing if they want to help.” Jackson says, giving Cayden a dark glare as he speaks, like he was a little irritated by his lack of consideration for Aiden when he spoke. “Yeah I guess that could work.” Aiden nods. Jackson smiles, patting him on the shoulder. “Besides, the house should be pretty fresh, it was all newly decorated, so it will be just the rooms we want to change.”

He agrees and I tell him I'll chat with him later. We chat for a little while longer then our food arrives. We wash our hands and eat together continuing our chat. Jackson is so excited about the game that he can't stop talking about it. I tell him I'll get him some school spirit wear to wear to the game. Journee tells us more about the play that they're putting on at the school this spring and the role she's looking to acquire. We encourage her to fight hard for what she wants. We talk about what we think our parents are doing while they're away.

He was richer than she thought. Young adults were scattered around the front of the house, smoking weed, drinking beer, and chatting in loud, carefree conversations. The bass from the music thumped so hard Azalea could feel it vibrating through the ground beneath her feet. She couldn't believe she'd actually let herself get dragged into this—sin central in full swing. "We're going to have so much fun," Jackson beamed, practically bouncing in place like a kid on their first rollercoaster ride. Azalea shot him a side-eye as he led her around to the side of the house, earning a few curious looks.

“You said it yourself, Harold, Quinn and Archer are smart. I’m sure they’ve discussed everything. It’s overwhelming for us all, and getting worked up isn’t going to help anything, especially with Quinn having morning sickness.” Jackson looks up from the phone. “You sick, Aunt Winnie?” “No, I’m okay,” I tell him with a smile. If my kid turns out to be half as sweet as him, we’ll be just fine. “Why is Papa mad?” he asks, turning around to look at Weston, who doesn’t know how to answer. “He’s not mad,” Weston finally says. “Why don’t you go play in the living room?” “Okay,” Jackson says and slides off Weston’s lap. He runs around to Archer. “Play trucks with me?”

》》Jack《《 Calvin drove us to Jason's apartment. It was a silent drive. Radio was crap, playing the most depressing songs you'll ever hear. The one song that really hit so hard, I saw Jason cry, was Happier by Marshmello and Bastille. I'm not too sure what about the lyrics caused Jason to shed a few tears, but I knew I had to listen to that song again, maybe look up the lyrics.

Howard started from the first time he met David at the Fuller Golden Sands Entertainment Center in River City with Zachary and ended with the moment David had looked for him yesterday. “You… You’re so foolish! Who asked you to get involved in the fight between them? You don't even know who the other person is. Do you want to die so badly? I know you're trying to rely on the Quinns, but have you ever thought about whether our family can afford to provoke the opponent of the Quinns? Our family in Capital City can only be regarded as a third-rate family, but now that the heir of the Quinn family, a first-rate family, has died, they can only bear it themselves and don’t even dare to make it publ

Zharn gifted Dad the large truck to make moving easy, but Papa refused, saying he'd pay him back in installments instead. "Babe." Sophie squealed. Papa flinched. He still wasn't used to it. He'll have to at some point. We'll have to leave his house someday. My sister lunged herself into her boyfriend, circling her legs around his waist and hugging him. Those passionate fools. "You guys ready to go?" Jax asked. "Yeah, we're all done." I told him. "Zharn made us late, he just had to stop to get us moving gifts." Jax rolled his eyes.

he chuckles. Jackson laughs as he watches me launch myself at Richard on the couch, Jackson jumps up and I end up in a sandwich like a piece of meat between two slices of bread. The laughter and squealing coming from the family room brings more chaos as Momma and Daddy open the door and stand there taking in the scene. Dad clears his throat, “uhm, I believe today is a big day for someone and rough housing is not in the plans. Jackson jumps off me, but Richard doesn’t let go and he snuggles me to him, “she’s my sister, I don’t have to let her go.”

Date = 8 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Damion I stare at the tiny black-and-white photo in the locket. It’s old and a little faded — like it’s been dragged through time. But it clearly is a young family — mom, dad, brother, and sister. “That’s Harry and his family.” Jackson is walking up and down my living room. It’s the Blackburn way of thinking … they all do that. But they also have their own unique thing, too.

Warning: Emotional Resonance required for Level 1 Access. "Think about it, Willa," Jaxson whispered, his breath puffing into the mask they shared. "Think about that night in the rain five years ago. Think about how much you wanted to scream at me. Use that. Give the game something real." Willa closed her eyes, and suddenly, she wasn't in a ghostly bus station. She was back in her father's study. She remembered the way Jaxson had looked at her—like she was a beautiful piece of furniture he had just inherited. She remembered the shame of begging him for more time, and the way he had stepped close, just like this, only to whisper that 'business has no room for sentiment.'