Jackson Fuller House Novels & Stories

Milton’s face immediately changed: "What are you doing here?" It had been nearly half a year since Jackson last showed up. He looked around at the shabby massage shop, a little surprised: "Mom, you renovated the shop?" Mrs. Milton’s gaze was calm: "This is none of your business." "Mom, I’m your son. How can this not be my business?" Jackson now seemed intent on showing filial piety. He placed the nutritional supplements he had bought on the floor: "I heard you’re doing some livestreaming now. Mom, why are you doing that? It’s so embarrassing."

Marigold laughs too and Jesse snaps his gaze her. “And don’t get me started on you, baby weirdo!” Jesse says, grinning at Marigold, pointing a finger right at her face. She cracks up laughing, falling back into the couch cushions. “Little miss I don’t even know what a lollypop is and just try to bite it!” She laughs harder and happiness spreads through me, delighted at how much my little girl is already a part of the family. “Does this help?” Jackson asks, coming back into the room with something held out on his palm. We all look towards him with interest, Midnight getting to her feet to peer into his palm.

she yawned. Jackson cleared his throat, blinking away the mist in his eyes. "That was amazing, sweetie," he said. He looked at his family. The Rock Star, the Soldiers, the Hackers, the Psychics. "You know," Jackson picked up the embarrassing photo album and closed it. He didn't throw it in the fire. He put it on his lap. "I think we need a new album," Jackson said. "For the next generation." "I'll take the photos," Alex pulled out his phone. "But no leather pants for Julian. I have standards."

It is beautiful, big and beautiful, the kids get out of the car and start running. “Stop.” They all stop and turn to look at him. “There is a pool, so no running around the back, and anyway you have to come to see your rooms.” The kids come running back, and we all walk in together, the house is beautiful, the hall is bigger than the last, the whole house is. “Right, living room, dining room, kitchen, entertainment room, kids' playroom, downstairs bathroom, laundry room.” Jackson points out the rooms we nod and walk upstairs together, the kids rushing up past us.

But he and his family weren’t what I’d expected either. So many things needed fixing in this house. Hailey, the child with a trauma because of his mother’s death and his father’s possible involvement. Lisa, who wailed the second I touched her. Fleefoot who’d never learned to be a family dog. And Jaxon who dealt with demons I had no clue about. Jaxon rubbed his hand over his stubble then sighed. “This isn’t one of the dresses I bought for you. You can’t wear this when you meet your bodyguards.”

Those few days, Frederick kept visiting the Valor Residence, so Weston naturally spent his time there as well. "When are you leaving?" Jackson asked Weston, clearly hinting that it was time for him to go. "In a few days," Weston replied. "What about you? Are you coming to Lanford in two weeks?" "Yeah, we have to go since Jackie’s piano competition is in Lanford," Jackson said. "What about your wife and kids?" "Micah, Eden, and Serenity will come along.” "Should I prepare accommodation for you guys at my place?" Weston asked. Jackson felt a little annoyed. They had stayed in a hotel the last time they went to Lanford, but Jackie often went to Stanton Residence and insisted on sharing a bed wi

He stepped past her before she could protest, scanning the small living room, the worn couch, the sketches pinned above a battered desk, the faint smell of coffee and rain. “We need to talk,” he said. She closed the door slowly, suspicion sharpening her tone. “What are you doing here?” “I think you already know.” He faced her fully now, taking in the faint tremor in her hands, the pride in the way she lifted her chin. “You’re about to lose this house.” Color drained from her face. “How do you know about that?” “I make it my business to know what affects my company,” Jackson said, voice cool. “Sterling & Blackwell is a subsidiary of mine. Your mortgage falls under my control.”

"Mackayla you still there? 'Yeah Blake just grabbed my butt. He's being playful tonight.' Oh well maybe I should let you go so you can play back. Love ya girlfriend." As they entered Jason's rooms "XXL" was playing Fionna was sitting on the couch with a pillow clutched to her chest "watch your step. She's sulking cause Jackson ditched her tonight. Nice hickie Mackayla" he laughed. He also looked Camron up and down. "So we really have a crowd tonight drinks for anyone?" "Jason you can't count there's one missing so we don't have a crowd." "Nope shes upstairs in the bedroom too" his grin told her.

Jeremy says, giving me one last kiss before he goes to help Jackson with the beers and other barbeque food he picked up from the store for our late afternoon get-together. Although we could’ve eaten back at the rental the Blackshaw pack has once again claimed as home for the weekend, we all wanted to be here to see Talis’ old hellhole of a home go down. Now that it lies in ruins with the destruction team gone not too long ago, it’s time to rebuild and turn what was once a place filled with pain and darkness into something new. Jackson is ready to get to work rebuilding a pack in Dawley, and that means starting with a home.

Did they really have N*****x in this house? How the fuck did she not know about it? “So, I’m going to watch the latest show now. I’m taking about Georgia and Gina. I love it so much because it gives a lot of drama and comedy. It gives exactly what it should be giving, and I’m here for it,” Jackson said animatedly. Laura couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, I’m the only one who doesn’t know how much you love movies?” He looked at her, and then, stole a piece of egg from her plate, popping it into his mouth. “It’s better late than never.”