Jackson Storm Human Novels & Stories

She stretched her body and looked down, seeing a boy singing softly while playing the guitar. "I know, you're there," he suddenly said. Cassandra smirked and jumped down. "What are you doing up there?" he asked and looked above. "And you're a woman; why are you carelessly jumping down the tree," he added with a displeased looked plastered on his face. Cassandra raised her eyebrow and put her hands on her waist. "Why do you care?" she sassily said. "I'm sorry. I'm Storm Grim, by the way," he said and extended his hand.

There’s a storm of emotions brewing in me right now- part of me feels content, happy, while the other feels like something raw inside of me has been torn open, like I could cry. I hand the water back to Jax and he takes a few sips of it himself, setting it on the nightstand and climbing back onto the bed. He grabs me around the waist, pulling me to him so he can kick the blankets down. Then he yanks them back up over us, settling in behind me and wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me tightly into his chest. He holds me. His skin is so warm against mine; I relax into him, my frantic thoughts dissipating as I lie in the safety of Jaxon’s arms.

Jackson said firmly, "we'll figure something else out but Frost, you can't just hide here forever, you need answers and I need answers too." His voice dropped lower, "I don't know how to say this, without making you feel bad" His eyes darted everywhere except my face. "But I don't think you're completely human. Your temperature is always cold-blooded and you move too fast too be human." Before I could respond, Jackson's phone rang and he looked at the screen, I could see him flinch. He moved to the other end of the room before he picked his call and I could hear his mother's voice even from that distance, while I occupied myself with the coffeemaker. A name Tammy kept popping up in the conve

“I remember him now “Caroline said thoughtfully. “Fine…. I will arrange for us to meet one of these days. Trust me, he is someone that you will need in your inner circle. All that I know is that Jackson was the one who was most affected with your departure than any other person that I know of . The guy couldn’t even talk to people for months. One day, he confessed to me that you were the love of his life. Please don’t fuck up this chance because of that Wesley fucking Storm “Monica almost yelled. “I feel sorry for him. We are all in the same situation. Yearning for people that never cared for us. …Hey listen, how is the company doing? Is there a new order for me?” she suddenly asked.

Even if she wasn't the heiress of a rich and wealthy family, once she married Long Tian, she would be the rich, wealthy, and powerful madam of the Long Family. The lights in the Disco Club were dim, with only the stage lights bright enough to light the place. Lu Jin familiarly walked to the counter and set down her purse, smiling up generously at the server. "A shot of NW Vodka, please." The drink mixer blushed upon seeing her pretty appearance. "Yes, miss. Give a second." A minute later, he returned with her drink. An enamored smile on his face, he slid the glass across the counter and dazedly stared at her.

“Question you. Threaten you. Drag your name through the media. They’ll dig into your father, your debt, your history. They’ll try to make you look dishonest.” Savannah’s breath hitched. “They will paint you as the woman who trapped me. The woman who helped me forge a contract to save my empire.” Her chest tightened, fear clawing at her ribs. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” “I know,” Jackson said , and the softness in his tone nearly broke her. “But they don’t care.” He stepped toward her, lowering himself to a crouch in front of her chair. For the first time since she’d met him, Jackson Sterling , the cold billionaire, the king of steel and marble , looked human.

“Here, I've got a deal for you. If you don’t accept that girl as your Luna, I will kill your mother. She’s getting too cocky, and I would have killed her long ago if it weren’t for you.” What a fucking asshole. He would kill Storm’s mother? And why wasn't she the fucking Luna? I took a good look at Storm. He had black hair like his father, but I now notice his eyes are blue like his mother’s. He had a strong jaw and some stubble. He was tall and had very broad shoulders. Storm had taken off his jacket and was wearing only a t-shirt. I could see that his lower arms had a bunch of tattoos. He was actually pretty fucking good-looking for the son of a dickface. Not that it fucking mattered. I wa

Something about the way he says things hits a part of me that I've buried deep. The abrupt ringing of my phone pulls me back to the present. Adrianna sent you a message. "Jackson Stroud. 28 years old. His family cut him off after he came out. Living in an apartment with affordable rent. No more family ties. "Desperate." I stare at the screen for a long time, thinking about it. The weight of his predicament sinks in, and for some reason, it feels more genuine than I want to admit. I take a big breath and make up my mind.