Jackson Wang Birth Chart Novels & Stories

Reynaldi Putra Wiraguna, that is his name. He is the second child of Wiraguna and Rianti, but it appears that they distinguish their two sons. No one knows that Jackson is the younger brother of Mandala. As well as Mandala, no one knows that Jackson is his younger brother. Yes, Jackson is her mama, not just a nickname or stage name. But, Jackson was her mama since she was ten years old, which means that she has been wearing that name for almost fifteen.

With a hint of amusement in her eyes, she replied, "Well, aren't you the master of smooth talk? I suppose I’ll have to accept your company to rescue me from the chaos then." They shook hands; she couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eye and the genuine warmth of his smile. "So, what brings you over to the quiet corner with the lone wanderer?"- He inquired, curious about her. “Nothing, I am just not into parties. I often find solace in quiet corners away from the madness.”- he nodded, appreciating her words and suddenly he slapped his hand over his forehead, “Opps, I forget to introduced myself..”- He again extended his hand towards me, “Hi, I’m Jackson Wang, from China.”

Chapter 74 Dinning with the Jackson Family JACKSON’S HOME, NEW YORK. Johnson stared at his wife with evident exhaustion in his eyes. Venus can be too extreme when she puts her mind on something. He is still surprised by her announcement. Xander having a woman whose birthing date is near doesn’t sound much like his son. Even if they aren’t so close, he knows the boy like the back of his palm.

"We should probably just take things slow." "You are absolutely right." Chloe nodded. "So what about you? You twenty-three, single and like sweet wine and long walks on the beach, too?" Jackson chuckled. The left side of his mouth came up in a crooked smile that made Chloe swallow hard. It wasn't fair to put such a kissable smile on a man. "My name is Jackson Wolfe. I am twenty-eight, single, and I like whiskey and hiking in the mountains." Jackson grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. Chloe couldn't help but smile back.

A message from Jackson. Congratulations.

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."

Jackson leaned into the touch and they continued their way toward the river. Jackson took a deep breath. They were far enough away that he couldn’t smell the pigs or cattle as much and the air smelled clean and fresh. The sun was directly overhead and kept him plenty warm. “Your grandparents look younger than I expected,” Wren said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. Jackson hummed. “Yeah, Mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me. My dad’s parents wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but she refused. They kind of forced the marriage between Mom and Dad at that point.”

“Forgive me.” “It's okay… I am sorry too.” Jaxon brought out his hand to hold mine that was resting on my thoughts, making a circling motion and occasional squeeze, I had not realized how much I needed the warmth. He hadn't said a word since I started speaking. Oswald moved back to his chair and sat down slowly. He looked at the documents on the desk again and then at me. “Your birthday,” he said. “March fourth. How old did you say you were?”

'Probably won't be the last either. She sulked off, hopefully to find someone else to sink her claws into. 'Some women don't know how to take a hint." I heard to my left. There's a well-dressed guy drinking a glass of whiskey seated beside me. Blonde hair, bright brown eyes. Never seen him around here before. 'You could say that again." I acknowledged. 'My name is Jackson Wang," he held out his hand. I stared at his well-manicured fingertips, the expensive watch on his wrist and reached my hand out reluctantly. 'Josh."