Jackson Storm Novelas e Histórias

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

Lol. Everyone on patrol seemed to like me except for 1 person. His name is Jackson. He looked to be around his late twenties. He's mated, and has a little 4 year old, with his mate pregnant at the moment, according to Nick. Anyways Jack always stared at me in disgust. He even has some colorful vocabulary for me whenever he sees me staring at him. Whatever I'm used to Damien’s pack treating me like that, nothing new. The sad thing was that I'm supposed to be their Luna.

From force. Controlled force. Not messy. Professional. His stomach tightened. “Too clean,” he said under his breath. That wasn’t random. That wasn’t street-level chaos. That was planned movement. He exhaled slowly through his nose. Then pulled out a second phone. Not the one Keisha knew about. Not the personal one. This one was different. He stared at it for a second before unlocking it. One contact. No name. Just a symbol. He hesitated. Then hit call.

“Now? Why?” An enigmatic smile appeared on Jackson's lips. His voice, soft, hid a cutting edge. “Don't you want to talk about him?” She tried to read his expression—anger? Jealousy? Curiosity?—but couldn't decipher it. “It's not that. I'm just surprised...” She hesitated, then something suddenly occurred to her. “Wait, tomorrow is signing day! Did you know?” Jackson nodded slowly. “Exactly. That's why I want to know: what kind of man is this Elijah? After all, I'm a JB shareholder, and I won't allow anyone to put your company at risk.”

I was looking forward to a night of music, dancing, and celebration with my mates and our pack. Just as I was finishing up, Storm walked into the room, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. A slow smile spread across his face, and he whistled softly. "You look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky. I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Thanks," I replied, smiling up at him. "You don't look so bad yourself." Both of them were wearing jeans and an open shirt, they looked sexy too. Storm grinned. He was wearing a simple navy blue shirt and faded jeans, he looked like a Playboy model. "Shall we head out?" he asked, offering me his arm with a smile.

He stormed up the stairs to their apartment, right as it always is, fit in, rich in, Liam right behind him. They stepped inside, the door slamming harder than necessary. Jackson didn't bother with lights. He headed straight for the kitchen, yanking open the fridge and grabbing a beer. He twisted the cap off aggressively, foam spilling over his fingers as he took a long pull. "What the fuck is going on?" Jackson growled, leaning against the counter, his broad shoulders tense under his tight black t-shirt. His dark hair was messed up from running his hands through it all day, and his jaw was clenched so hard it looked like it might crack.

“You should. You might be foolish Jaylen with this damsel in distress nonsense but you're not fooling me, Diana.” “Wh– I don't understand what you're talking about.” Storm took a step towards me, if she was trying to instill fear in me, it worked. She towered over me, she was about six feet or above. Everything about her was intimidating. “Jaylen never told me that he had a girlfriend. What he told you was true, we're just siblings. Even if not by blood…There's nothing between us. “ She stared at me blankly. “I won't be repeating myself Diana.”

He called. He was dressed on a black slack that came loose, but fair enough for his build, paired with a casual shirt underneath a leather jacket. His hair nestled messily, yet unnoticed on top of his head. It was Jackson, who had first have his job on the station located in Belize, a fresh grad from the academy, however, he deems to lack the experienced, which he was aiming for. On his hand, he was clutching a brown envelope, while running after his breathe.

, he asks surprised to which my smile widens. “Yes, jack bought me this!”, I exclaim happily. If it was some other time I would have pulled him in a hug but am not sure doing this might give him some encouragement for his feelings. “Why late?”, Jackson asks handing him the drink. He accepts it gladly taking a sip of his drink then release a sigh. He is wearing blue t-shirt with black jeans and leather jacket with Rolex watch lazily hanging on his wrist. I divert my eyes back on the crowd of people dancing.

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.