Jackson Olson Age Novels & Stories

Jackson says very sure of himself. " How do you know that? You haven't seen him in years. You banished him when he was 14 years old. Right after you raped his girlfriend and she got pregnant with me." I declared. And Jackson was getting angrier by the second. He was obviously pissed that I knew as much as I did. I wasn't meant to know any of this. But I guess it was too bad for him. I knew all of it. " I guess this means no happy family reunion." I say.

Han bragged. Jackson smirked, “Well you’re really big for a thirteen year old”. Han's face fell when he realized he just spilled his age. “Happy Fourteen! And I’d get you a sword as present” Jackson winked before leaving the room. Han groaned. That man had to be the most annoying and manipulative person he’d ever met.

“He’s looking for someone he can personally connect with. It’s very important to him.” Evelina smiled sweetly. “In that case, I’m honored.” She stepped into the spacious room, decorated in black and gold. And there he was—standing tall in a tailored black suit, flipping through documents with an expensive pen in hand. Hunter Jackson. Still as handsome as ever, even more mature now. His hair was shorter, a light stubble along his jawline, and those hawk-like eyes that once captivated Olivia… now felt like flames she wanted to extinguish.

She seemed less reserved and more youthful. "I feel like I'm a few years younger," Serenity said, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. "You speak as if you're very old. You look very young to me," Jackson said as he stood behind Serenity and looked at her in the mirror. "Come to think of it, you're actually younger than me," Serenity said. Jackson was born in November. They were the same age, but Serenity was born in July and actually a few months older than Jackson.

the Old-Jackson spoke from the Heart-Throne. He sat sixty feet above us, his throne pulsing with the rhythmic, wet thud of ten thousand living hearts. He was eighty years old, his skin like translucent silk, his golden eyes the only thing that hadn't decayed. He looked like a man who had become a god simply by outliving everyone else.

"We should probably just take things slow." "You are absolutely right." Chloe nodded. "So what about you? You twenty-three, single and like sweet wine and long walks on the beach, too?" Jackson chuckled. The left side of his mouth came up in a crooked smile that made Chloe swallow hard. It wasn't fair to put such a kissable smile on a man. "My name is Jackson Wolfe. I am twenty-eight, single, and I like whiskey and hiking in the mountains." Jackson grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. Chloe couldn't help but smile back.

“A girl I met, Leah. She says they’ve got Irish looks, but in a good way.” She let out a small laugh. “Jackson actually caught her saying it.” “I see.” “Well,” I added, watching the men by the creek, “she’s not wrong.” Jocelyn sighed. “I can’t go there, Mom. Jackson hates me. And Devin is like that with everyone.” “Oh really?” I raised a brow. “So he hugs everyone like that? How old are they anyway?” She hesitated. “I think he’s twenty. Jackson’s older like almost thirty.”

Jackson's voice comes through the layers of covers. "I'm not hungry, and you can go tell your boss that I said to fuck off." Jackson chuckles. "I'm not as brave as you are, Liliana. If you want him to know that, you will have to tell him yourself." I slowly pull the covers down and peek out at the guy. Jackson's been nothing but kind to me, and I should probably be a little nicer to him. Pushing myself up, I sit with my back against the headboard and study the man. Jackson looks to be around our age, and he's good-looking with sandy brown hair and hazel eyes.

“It was not me. I wasn’t even focusing on Sable. I’m getting old and tired. I had one target, and that was where my focus was.” “You are not old.” I corrected, but she raised her eyebrows at me. “I’m over two hundred. I’m old.” She said, and I coughed as I nearly choked on my spit. “Gods!” Jackson said, and Juliana and I turned to stare at him in disbelief that he had the nerve to comment on her age. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... That just slipped out. You don’t look a day over…” “Not another word,” Juliana warned before turning back to me.

To me, he was just a listener. And perhaps I would feel better after telling him the things that were bothering me. Jackson simply sighed. Then, he shifted closer to me before lightly bumping his shoulder against mine. “When I found out you were married to him, I nearly drove my car into a flower shop” he chuckled a little, “I mean what? At eighteen?” “I'm nineteen now, Jack.” He laughed. “And Jace is twenty-four. Same thing.” I remained quiet, his name causing tears to prick behind my eyes.