Jackson Robert Scott Age Novels & Stories

To this very day, he still is, and Jackson is thirty now. Rose ended her story and finally turned towards her-daughter-in-law. Jennie felt chills running through her spine from the thought of Jackson treating her like a stranger someday. The idea seemed like horror to her. "Now that you know my past and his, do you have anything to tell me, Jennie?" Rose asked her daughter-in-law. Jennie felt her heart skip several beats. She held her breath, hoping this question would go away.

“ Don't say that, No one is unwanted. Look at you now, you're a rich businessman which you were meant to be. I deserve a beating for even pointing a gun at you that night ” “ But you didn't shoot me ” “ I'm glad I didn't ” Chris said and he smiled a little. It seems it wasn't a bad idea to have a brother, an older brother at that. That reminds him, Chris wanted to ask Scott how old he was though it was rude but he was curious to know. “ I know this is rude of me to ask but I'm just curious to know your age ” he said. “ I'm twenty three ” Scott said “ And you're twenty one ”

Jackson said as he straightened out Scott's suit. "Get your hands off me, I don't like ladies or girls or women" "They're actually the same"Jackson said,his left eyebrow raised. "Whatever..I don't like any" "So you're gay?" Jackson said and roared with laughter. "Dude, you're really funny,you? gay?. I believe you" He said again amidst laughter. "That's true..I can be gay, you get it" Scott said in realism. "Wait..I never asked you to be gay"

Emotionally charged, Scott questioned, "What trouble did I cause for you? Do you think I can't save him myself? Do you think I'm retarded or something? Do you still think I'm the same old me who can't do anything without your help?" "Scott Quinn! When will you grow up?" Scott was stunned for a few seconds, his face turning bright red. "I'm fucking 28 years old!" "Your attitude tells me you're just 28 months old!" "You…" An older brother-like scolding ensued from Grayson. "You have no idea what's happening at all. Robert's currently in enemy hands and could perish anytime. I can't even guarantee that I'll be able to make it to him while he's still alive, and here you are, causing trouble for

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn't done anything to get on his bad side either. "I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?" I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

"Jackson, dear, when are you going to bring your fiancée home to meet your grandmother? I’m very old now, and you... you’re not young anymore... I need to meet her before I die! This old woman deserves the chance to play with her great-grandchildren." Jackson sighed deeply. He wasn’t old—he was only 32. Was that considered old? He hadn’t even reached the prime of adulthood, which should be at 40, right? His grandmother was so impatient. "Grandma, I’ve told you before—if I find someone I like, I’ll introduce her to you."

Yet even under the weight of time and silence, something in him refused to die: the stubborn pride in his posture, the sharpness of his jaw, the defiance in his eyes. Killian Jackson. Robert smiled faintly. “You’re still breathing. Good.” The man lifted his head slowly, the motion deliberate, his voice hoarse and scraped raw from disuse. “I was wondering when you’d come back. What’s it been, thirty-two years?” “Thirty-three,” Robert corrected, walking closer, hands in his pockets. “You’ve aged well, all things considered.” Killian Jackson let out a dry laugh, the sound like gravel grinding against metal.

I give Jason an apologetic look whilst Scott isn't looking. "So how long have you been dating?" Jason asks, trying to make the situation less awkward as he takes a delicate bite from his piece of carrot cake. I open my mouth to answer but Scott beats me to it. "We have been dating just over three weeks, isn't that right babe?" He doesn't even wait for me to answer.

he sprang from the bed. Jackson sprang up with him, “Whoa? It's close. You forgot know your birthday?”. Han looked at him, “I did for a moment but what if I don’t live to see it. Lydia would be eighteen. I won’t tell you my age. It doesn’t matter”. A wave of sadness fell of Jackson as he looked at the boy. How could he be so negative? The pills could sustain him till five days time. “Look, you have the pills and If Scott returns with Red Mountain soldiers, we’d raid that palace and bring your friend. You’d be saved too”.

“We've gotten the information you needed.” I wasted no time in opening the file and going through it, my eyes taking in several pictures of him. His smile caught my attention more and I found myself lingering on it and caressing the photograph. “So what did you find out about him?” “He's Lucas Jackson, a known CEO and he's 24 years old.” I smiled, liking the news he was feeding me with. “He just got married to his fiancee some days back.” This news shook me to the core. “Married?” I asked, not believing my ears.