Jackson Storm Novels & Stories

Jackson attacked Adrian blindly again frustrated that he couldn’t hurt him like Adrian had done to him, “has that bitch told you the things, i did to her and how she begged me to stop hurting her, I can still remember her screams like it happened yesterday, it was fun to hear her screams, they are music to my heart” Jackson said hoping to distract Adrian long enough to get a fatal hit in, “And when I get her back, what she will face will be worse compared to last time” Jackson grinned evilly.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

BURNING LIKE EMBERS, FALLING TENDER, LONGING FOR THE DAYS OF NO SURRENDER YEARS AGO AND WILL YOU KNOW SO SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOT' EM CAUSE IT'S GOING DOWN ALL I EVER WANTED WAS YOU I'LL NEVER GET TO HEAVEN CAUSE I DON'T KNOW-HOW LET'S RAISE A GLASS OR TWO TO ALL THE THINGS I'VE LOST ON YOU OH-OH TELL ME ARE THEY LOST ON YOU? OH-OH JUST THAT YOU COULD CUT ME LOOSE OH-OH AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE LOST ON YOU IS THAT LOST ON YOU? OH-OH-OH-OH, OH-OH OH-OH-OH-OH IS THAT LOST ON YOU? OH-OH-OH-OH, OH-OH Everyone was swaying slowly on the song, enjoying their time, and then the men started spinning their women as they started changing their partners, and the hall filled with laughter. Laura, Lisa, Tina all

Caption: let's play dress up. Storm clicked his tongue , "I think I should have you take this down, but you will know I was looking, "he said, realizing that he is actually cyber stalking. The photo had 5000 likes which was higher than Bash's older photos that fluctuated between 2000 and 1500. "So shameless," Storm muttered. Other photos of Bash dressed up in kinky outfits soured his mood. Scrolling down his face loosened as he saw selfies of Bash either pouting with his fingers in two chains form balanced on his head or of him just smiling and sticking out his tongue.

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.

A look of tired sadness passed over his features and for finding a distraction he turned on the radio of the car. I'm a mess, I'm a loser I'm a hater, I'm a user I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new I'm obsessed, I'm embarrassed I don't trust no one around us I'm a mess for your love, it ain't new.. A famous song by Bebe Rexha was playing on the radio. Nicolas heard that song a few times before also. But that moment somehow he found the lyrics extremely catchy and well-written. While sighing deeply, "Definitely I am a mess."

Against The Storm By: Joel Racheal ©All rights reserved Meet Cassandra Valdez A hardworking, gorgeous, twenty-eight-year-old redhead. She is a wonderful daughter to her parents and a good sister to her brother, Jake. When she goes on a trip to Andalusia, she doesn't expect to meet Princess Emelia and is quite surprised when she is asked to be a surrogate for Emelia and the prince. Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor.

I curiously ask while I prop my head up with my hand. Jackson takes a shot down with ease before answering. "I'm in a trading business with some allies in the West coast. It's nothing much really, but I handle the chain in some parts of Oregon such as my home a few hours away." "Wow that's really cool." I was impressed by his success. "And you're how old?" "I'm twenty-five sweetheart." He answers with a charming side smile. "Oh wow! You're sound like you've been at this for some time."

“Boss man doesn’t want YOU. He wants the pretty boy.” “But it was MY debt,” Storm said. “This isn’t right. Take ME!” Adrian moaned then, a stupid smile on his face. “What the fuck’s wrong with him?” one of the men asked. “He’s high,” Storm said. “Hooked on Milkweed. See? He’s useless. Take me instead. I’m strong and healthy. I’ll be a good sex slave.”

Jaxson must feel my anxiousness because the next thing I know he has a hold of my hand running his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry, my queen. Everyone will love you.” His kind words manage to relax me a little and I begin to feel better. We pull up to the pack house and climb out of the truck to so many people, Jaxson comes to my side and wraps his arms around me and guides me to the front stoop he turns us to face everyone and manages to quiet everyone without saying a word. Then he looks out to everyone, takes a deep breath, and says, “Fellow Red Crest pack members, I know many of you are wondering who this beautiful she-wolf is beside me, and I am here to inform you that this beautif