Jackson Hunger Games Novels & Stories

This game ended sooner than I anticipated. "No, don't kill me," Jackson cries when he hears me approaching and he tries to crawl away like a worm. I raise my gun again and let out two more shots, one in each of his legs, making him squeal in pain. But he's not dead yet. "I won't. I'm going to keep the promise I made to Nuke," I let him know, putting the gun in my pocket, "You still have a chance to survive, I guess. If Fate thinks you're worth keeping alive. Good luck."

“Hey, wake upp!” Jackson felt a splash of icy cold water jolting him upright from his dreamless sleep and his heart went into a frenzy immediately. He looked up and James was staring hard at him, a bright smile on his face followed by a mocking sneer. “You’re not eating?” James said and Jackson stared at the cold plate of spaghetti on the floor, even though his stomach growled intensely with hunger there was no way on earth he was touching that. Jackson stayed quiet, he had been locked there for nearly two days and his skin crawled with grime and a bit of fear, but still there was nothing he could d.,

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.”

Maya presses on, knowing this might be her only chance to appeal to whatever humanity might still exist within him. "The children... they're in danger here. We both know that after what happened. Those people who came..." She has to pause to catch her breath, the simple act of speaking leaving her winded. "They don't want this life. They shouldn't have to live in fear because of... because of who you are." Jackson rises from his chair with fluid grace that seems impossible for someone of his size. His movements are precise and controlled as he walks to the window, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the morning light.

"The Hunter twins are married to the daughters of powerful packs. Alliances secured for another generation." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, suddenly needing to move, to do something with the restless energy building inside me. "And what do you want, Jackson?" For a moment, his carefully maintained composure cracked. "What I want doesn't matter. It never has." "That's not an answer." His eyes finally met mine, steel-grey and conflicted. "I want what I can't have." Before I could respond, a commotion erupted from somewhere downstairs, accompanied by raised voices and the sound of something shattering. Jackson tensed, head turning toward the noise.

"Good. That's all a mother wants for her children." I took one of the cookies and nearly moaned when I tasted it. "Oh my god, these are incredible." She laughed. "They're Jackson's favorite. I made extra—training always leaves them starving." Right on cue, the front door burst open and the house filled with loud footsteps and deep voices. Luna Hannah raised an eyebrow. "Like clockwork." Jackson came into the kitchen first, shirtless and sweaty from training, his hair all messed up. His eyes found me immediately, and that cocky grin of his spread across his face.

he replied firmly to Jackson’s question. “Then treat her well, I don’t know if she is alive or if she is dead,” Jackson gulped down his scotch. The room became very quiet after Jackson made that remark. Jackson may be one of the oldest in the room but Keaton knew very well the story of Jackson. He fell in love with an unknown girl in Jade city and the two were head over heels for each other. Before they could have a family together, see his own child, his woman disappeared leaving a house burnt to the ground. He never found his woman ever again and no sign of the child. He searched for hospitals, the nearby towns and villages and he couldn’t find her.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

I want to know what game they are playing. “Alpha Jackson, this is Alpha Cory, how are you?” I ask. “Good, good and you Alpha Cory?” he replies. “Well, I’m not too happy here, Jackson. Your daughter is doing an assessment of our Pack and she’s threatening to kick us out of the alliance,” I say. “I’m sure you must have misunderstood Cory, Kate wouldn’t do that without a reason,” he states.

"We'll figure it out, don't worry." Lisa hugged Jordan and retired to her room. In all her 28 years of life, she had only watch that sort of thing in the movies. It was like her own Cinderella Story, except there was no love involved. She wasn't about to marry someone she didn't even know. It didn't matter what he was offering, she couldn't sacrifice her happiness for money.