Jackson Storm Novels & Stories

And he had a mullet haircut. "Oh my god," Cassandra gasped, covering her mouth. "Is that..." "Jackson Sterling. Age 16," Margaret declared proudly. "He wanted to be a rock star. He called his band 'The Silicon Lions'." "It was a phase!" Jackson defended himself, his face turning red. "A bad phase," Serenity laughed so hard she cried. "Look at the eyeliner!" "Next page!" Julian shouted, bouncing on Kian’s lap. The next photo was worse. It was Jackson in a Shakespeare play at school. He was wearing tights.

Whether I’m the distraction or the downfall. Someone even coined a couple name. #Damena. I hate that my stomach flips every time I see it. He runs a hand through his already-disheveled hair, somehow making it worse and hotter at the same time. His navy polo stretches across his chest like it’s fighting for its life. I look up at his face. That damn face. The kind that ruins your week just by existing. “Can you please let go of your goodies,” Jackson snaps, planting a palm on Damion’s face and shoving him back, “and step away from the man who is NOT related to you.”

Dani said, appearing beside me with a plastic cup of soda. "What thing?" "The 'I'm an island' thing. You’re physically here, but mentally you’re already in a dorm room in Chicago ." "It’s safer there," I muttered. The music shifted to something louder, more aggressive. I saw a group of guys from the rival school, East High, swaggering toward the fire. Among them was Jackson Reed,a guy who had been trying to get my number since freshman year and didn't know the meaning of the word no. "Hey, Isla," Jackson said, stepping into my path. He smelled like bourbon and poor decisions.”I heard you’re thinking about leaving us for the big city. How about a dance before you go?"

Like we were both afraid to light another match. Then, out of nowhere, Jackson said, “Renegade.” I glanced at him. “What?” “‘Renegade’ by Styx,” he said, like it should’ve been obvious. “The Steelers use it as their hype song. Helps me block out the stupid shit Daniel’s doing.” I blinked, caught off guard by the casual tone. “You’re serious?” He shrugged, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his mouth. “You got a better method?” I couldn’t help it — I laughed. Just once, short and low. It felt strange after everything between us, but good.

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.

“Who owns you, Eira? Say it.” “Y..you do,” she muttered, almost too quiet. “I didn’t hear that. Say it again.” “You o..own me,” she cried. “Kael Storm owns me.” “That’s what I thought.” I gave her a steady rhythm after that. Five minutes, maybe more. She held onto my hands the whole time like she needed them to stay upright. When I finally stopped, she was soaked. Sweat and everything else. She looked ashamed of herself for it. “Are you okay?” I asked, looking at her face.

she muttered in a surprised tone, because she had just seen him a few minutes ago on facetime. “Yes, I couldn’t resist that wet ass pussy that much,” Jackson retorted as a matter of fact. He was surprised that Jacob was done with his mini show. Considering how he had rushed things from work and how he had taken his private jet instead, he had been hoping he would see the show and Anna in a choker. He really wanted to see her in that little skirt and choker on her neck; she looked so hot in the FaceTime video that he had almost masturbated in his office for the first time.

Jackson said, with an evil smile on his face. "Oh yeah, I'm going to fuck that tight little hole of his and fill him up with my seed. I'm going to make your pack watch what I do to their Luna. Then I'm going to make them watch, as I put MY mark on his neck. He'll be MINE!" Jackson said, yelling the word mine.

The good news about working all these hours is that I’m maxed out for the week and can’t work the weekend. “Hey,” she answers cheerfully. “How are you?” “Tired but alive. You?” “Tired too, but good. I’m packing to go back to Eastwood this weekend.” “Oh right, the downtown Trick or Treating is tonight. What’s Jackson going as this year?” “A Stormtrooper. And it’s actually not too cold today. I hated having to wear a coat over my costume.” “Me too. We had snow on Halloween many times and putting that coat on ruined my look.”

Wanting to just feel nothing. I hear the door open and footsteps coming towards me, I don't bother to move to see who it is. As they come around me, I notice it is Jayden. He crawls up beside me and sticks his head on my shoulder, "Lilly, they want me to trick you into talking. I'm sorry they hurt you."