Jackson Storm Human Novels & Stories

Sawyer Tee and Storm have their arms crossed over their broad tattooed chests. I must admit, my uncle is hot for a thirty-four-year-old dude. He is just as ripped as Storm, but his muscles are slightly larger. If these two were anything but human, smoke would come out of their nostrils like dragons. One would be the color of amethyst, while the other would be charcoal gray. “Why are you in my girl’s apartment, Gator?” Storm finally growls.

CEOs shake my hand like it’s a badge of honor, philanthropists smile warmly, young entrepreneurs whisper to each other like I’m a myth stepping out of a storybook. Still, nothing rattles me until I see him. Jackson. He’s standing near the center table, talking to an official, he’s suit tailored nicely, hair slightly longer than I remember, looking good in the way only someone carrying too much pride could look. But my god, he looks… human. beautifully, painfully human. My pulse stutters. He didn’t see me, not yet. I step into a small prep room backstage, close the door, and press my palms against my temples.

I knew what I was doing. I learned quite a bit about the human bitch Alpha Jackson was determined to make his luna. From what John had said, she was just a weak excuse for a female human. Couldn't even please her own kind in bed. John wanted her back and I was more than happy to get her for him.

Yes, of all the humanitarian ways of doing it, killing the man is the best idea Jackson jotted down on the piece of paper. "Who could not be, huh?" Jackson said back. "I still have my dreams in life, dude. Getting into prison is not one of them. That is why we must accomplish this without leaving any trace." "Dude, you are making me a murderer." I replied with a bothered mind. "if things go south, the result will not change. Both of us might end up in prison if not killed." Half an hour later, Jackson and I stood nervously outside the hospital room where the werewolf hunter was admitted. His name is Christian Stroem, 36 years old. Even if we disguised ourselves as nurses of the hospital, my

“Even if I were able to bring her back, she would never be the same. She would spend the rest of whatever life she has in pain and as a vegetable. She will never be able to lead us again. I’m sorry, Storm. I really am. I know you two were close.” I mentally rolled my eyes. He was good. I had to give it to him. Every word out of his weasel mouth was very believable, especially for a human. I couldn’t wait for him to find out that Storm and I were not human. “Okay, Doctor, thank you,” Storm sniffled. The next moment, Storm’s hands were brushing through my hair. “I’m so sorry, Tawnie. I failed you.” Eisenhower cleared his throat. “I’m going to go, Storm. You should take some time to grieve. If

“I have no idea what or who you are talking about.” “Stop fucking lying, Jaime,” he growled at me, catching me by surprise. “I’m sorry, what? How do you know who I am when I don’t know who you are?” He took off his suit jacket and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa. Next,he rolled up his sleeves with such precision. This was definitely not his first rodeo. I audibly gulped. My nervousness made him smirk. “Ready boss,” one of the guys called out. The boss man walked towards the chair in he middle of the plastic sheet.

There was something oddly familiar and feral about this man. “Nice to finally meet you Rain,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Who the hell are you?” Rain responded in confusion. Who the fuck was this guy and how did he know her name? “I’m Jackson. Jackson Pierce of the Moon Pack. Your mother was my older sister. I had a vision you’d be here with your mate.” He explained to her. Rain completely freezing in astonishment. This man was her uncle? He didn’t look much older than her. With Rain’s new power, she could tell he was speaking the truth.

My breath caught. The name written near the bottom was one I recognized immediately. Someone who had stood inside Stormfang since before I ever arrived. Someone I had trusted enough to stop watching. And beneath it, in Varick’s own hand, were four words. Close to the human Luna.

With a hoarse voice, she said, “I...I followed Jackson once and found that he went to a place where humans lives... and I saw Jackson’s dating with a human girl.” Staring in my eyes, she sadly smiled. “His fated mate is a human girl.” Human girl? Not only my jaw dropped and my eyes widened, but I also dropped my glass on the ground, totally shocked. The stuttering sound echoed in the room as small bits of shard around. Now, that’s a real rare occurrences. It took me a moment before processing it properly and getting unfazed. But once I did, I had the instant urge to confirm if what she said was true.

His hairline is damp with sweat, and for some reason that makes my chest ache. Because he's human. Not the godly figure he seems like sometimes; not the unattainable heartthrob from my dreams. Dr Max Storm is human, he's flawed and real, and he's going to keep me. We're going to keep each other. No matter what others may think. No matter what others may say. "Theresa," he says, heaving out each word with great effort, his mouth pressed against my temple. "I'm going to—are you nearly—?"