Novel & Cerita Jackson Hunger Games

How cowardice can Jackson be. As I stood in the aftermath of the chaos, my eyes swept over the scene. Half of the mansion was burnt down, smoke rising into the dark sky. But the true horror was the bodies littered everywhere— Hunter’s men, Jackson’s men, all lifeless. Blood soaked the ground, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of death. Though both Hunter and Jackson had suffered losses, Hunter’s pack had been caught off guard. Jackson had attacked when no one expected it. Suddenly, I heard a scream from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat— it was Lisa. Her voice was strained, filled with terror. I didn’t think twice. I sprinted toward Hunter’s study, my mind racing as fast as my fe

My name is Lilly Hail and I am a slave to my ruthless brother Jackson and the pack. Jackson is now the Alpha of the blood moon pack ever since our parents were killed in a rogue attack, he has hated me and so has the pack I live in the pantry of the kitchen so then I can get up and cook and clean straight away. "GET UP YOU WORTHLESS PICE OF SHIT" "Crack!" there goes my right rib as Jackson kicked me. "I SAID GET THE FUCK UP"

Jackson says softly as he stands to get some food for me. He hands me a plate and sits down to watch me eat. “Aren’t you eating?” I ask as I take a small amount of the food. It looks delicious but when it goes in my mouth it has no taste. I can feel nothing worrying about what will happen with Adam. “Will we see him?” I ask knowing Jackson will know who I am talking about.

Channing Senior farewell. Before leaving, I thought for a moment and said, "Sir, I understand. You're telling me that Jackson went through something terrible as a child. He trusted the wrong person, and it led to his parents' deaths. He suffered immense physical and emotional trauma and can't trust people easily anymore. "But there was one girl who stood by him during his darkest time, never betrayed him, and even tried to protect him with her life. That girl is Grace Gillard, the woman Jackson is about to marry.

“No… please…” “Because he’s the Butcher.” Gio’s tone stayed almost casual. “Take him. Cut off both his pinky fingers. That’s for making me wait for my money.” “No! no, no, no!” Jackson screamed, voice breaking into an ugly sob. He thrashed wildly against the ropes, a wet dark stain spread across the front of his brown pants. “Please! I said you can have her! I don’t need her anymore! Just don’t cut me!”

As time passed, all of them started to feel like Fane's guess was the actual truth. However, the more certain they were of it, the more fear they felt. They were in a battle to death with only one side who could win and have the right to leave this space. Jackson regretted participating in the slaughter game. He had thought that he would not die if he was just a bit careful. After he entered, he found that the situation was incredibly different. If Fane had not saved him earlier, there was no way he would still be alive. The more he thought about it, the more his body trembled in fear.

I was watching my weight anyway and I needed to get in and out fast, I didn’t want to wait any longer to get this journey started. “Jarvis, navigate me to The Academy in Maine.” I said. I knew this would be a multiple day journey, because we would be stopping in between, but we had to go that direction anyway. “As you wish, ma’am.” He said, and we were off. I ate my food in silence, pondering my journey. How funny is it that when I was younger I swore to be the first in my family to break the mould and not become a Hunter. But now, I'm one of the top Hunters. I guess revenge and hatred will fuel you to succeed, even if you never wanted to.

Jackson been waiting for approximately four hours for his father to show up. The entire time he's been on edge, sweating and over thinking. He wasn't sure why he came here so early but here he is. Jackson exhaled a breath and glanced at the time. Only three minutes left before Maddox walks through those double glass doors. Jackson finally got up and ordered his food. "Like...three big mac combos, two large root beers a water, three large fries and two ten piece nuggets by themselves please."

He just stared at her with his moist and pleading eyes. Serenity caught her breath, staring into his eyes, all her words stuck in her throat. Jackson had had a hard childhood. She knew the trauma Jackson endured and how deeply it burned. She knew how he barely survived after his father's death, his will to live fuelled by his hatred for his mother. There was even an old scar on his chest, given by his mother.

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.