Jackson Fuller House Novels & Stories

I say, placing my feet back on the ground. “You know the drill,” she says, blocking the entrance to the house, arms crossed, getting the same expression Fletcher does when he is not to mess with. “Outback, take everything off and put it in the laundry.” “Oh, come on, mom,” Fletcher pouts, his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s freezing. I promise we won’t touch anything.” “Fletcher Cash Jackson,” she returns, making me snort, loving when he gets in trouble. “This is not up for discussion. No blood in my house, you know this. Now, go!” She says, her finger pointing toward the back of the house.

He says as we headed to the stairs and I needed to hold the bannister to help me up the stairs and Asher started laughing. " Shut up. That's the worst beating I've ever taken." I say. " Are we skipping tomorrow?" He asked. " Hell no. I'll be healed by then." I say. So we got upstairs to my room where I took a shower and ran the hot water on my skin but I was interrupted by Asher singing out to me. So I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me and I went into my room where he was watching the TV. Jackson was on the screen with hundreds of people standing behind him. His werewolves. The people from his pack and people he has forced to join his pack.

But I felt disappointed by the fact that their parents were returning. In my dreams, John repeated his warning. "It's over between us, Tonia. You're not our mate. It's time to focus on other matters affecting the pack." He let go of me, and I awoke. ------ It was evening, and I heard the sound of maids running helter-skelter. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson had traveled on a one-month trip to the neighboring pack, Silverado Pack, for their 25th wedding anniversary. The triplets—John, Julian, and James Jackson—weren't the only children of their parents. They had a younger sister, Martha Jackson, a 22-year-old woman, but she was married to the Beta, Saul Howard.

"You want to act like animals, you can live like them. You want to treat people like objects and destroy lives for fun? Fine. But you are not doing it under my roof. Get out. And don't ever come back." He turned and walked away. Jackson didn’t look scared. He just looked angrier. He finished the vodka in one gulp and smashed the bottle into the wall near the door. Glass shattered everywhere. “Fuck him,” Jackson hissed. “Let him leave us like he left Mom. We don’t need him. We don’t need this house. We never needed him.” He looked at me, his eyes dark. “But we need to fix this,” he said. “Because right now, the only thing we have left… is each other. And Rhea.”

" He holds out his hand and I shake it. A wide smile grows on his face. "Just call me Hazel," I grin. "It's nice to meet you." He seems to be a genuinely friendly guy. It seems as though we are going to be the best of friends. My eyes silently travel behind him and to the living room. My mouth slightly gapes open at what I see before my eyes. "What did you do to this house?" I croak, looking at the mess. Jackson silently rubs the back of his neck. "I uh-long story short, I dropped the pickle jar as I was watching a movie and it made me mad so I flung my popcorn everywhere on accident-"

she returned with a nervous smile on her face. "Very good then, I was wondering if you are going to be free on Friday" he started to say. Carolina narrowed her eyes at him. "Why? What is happening on Tuesday?" Carolina returned. "Remember when I told you about my friend that kept getting threats from his roommate at his house?" Jackson asked and Carolina nodded in affirmation. “Of course, I remember. What about it?" She asked. "Well, we decided to move in together and so we are throwing a house party," Jackson revealed and Carolina's face broke into a smile.

I look up at him confused as he looks at Jackson concerned. "Drink Jackson?" Marcus looks at him, Jackson looking up and shaking his head. "No, I need to be okay when the kids get up" "We are here for the kids Jackson, look, I have something to show you." I look up at Marcus, he moves sorting the table out, placing papers on it. Jackson moves, sitting at the table, moving I sit with him, his hands looking through the papers. "What is this?" He looks at Marcus confused. "That one is our house, there are four others in there. I made sure the houses were at least an hour's drive from ours. Jackson you mentioned it yourself, Alena mentioned it, I had chosen the house already for us." Jackson lau

Just quick, clean, predictable. They don’t know the girls. Apparently, they butted in mid-plan and messed everything up. “Exactly. No one messes with our family,” Jackson fires back, holding up his palm. They slap each other’s hands in a loud high five that echoes through the room. I’m not sure the two of them are good together. I’m not sure any of them are good together. They seem to rile each other up. And Jackson sure as hell needs no riling up.

She just knew she had to get out of there. Rubbing her sore wrist, she stumbled through the front garden of the house. Empty cups and other rubbish were scattered on the lawn, making her pity whoever had to clean it up. The owner of the house was probably gone in fear of the police. She wondered how they'd react to two large wolfs in the living room and a blood stain on the floor. "J-Jackson?" She whimpered, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks. Hearing a groan come from the bushes, she tentatively walked closer to them only to see Jackson lying down with a bottle of Jack Daniels cradled in his arms. It looked like he was half asleep but she knew he was conscious when he started singing th