Jackson Wang Cute Novels & Stories

'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."

My brows met in an instant. Bleached hair, fair height paired with muscular body, fists made for fighting, studded lips, and a reputation darker than mine, Jackson Wang is our senior and a football team member who got expelled last year after being caught dealing drugs at a party. Why won't Catherine date me instead if she's going to date someone not far from me? My sunbae indeed had a reputation among the girls because well, you can’t deny his looks, but damn, with the little confidence that I have, I honestly think I could compete with that.

"For someone who always puts on makeup even to take out the trash, what happened to you? Have you become stupid after falling in love?" Jane shot her a glance. "Can’t you think of something good?" Charlotte laughed. "I do want to, but this—this really shocks me." "It looks good to me," said Yasmin. "The most comfortable state is the most beautiful." Jane looked at Yasmin, who had a peach-blossom glow on her face, and said, "Ms. Jackson seems to be enjoying the benefits of love. You seem to have changed." "Stop teasing me." "Why isn't Jason here?"

'Miss Su, come and play with our president again today. Jones smiled sheepishly and scratched his head. 'Yes, is she here now?' The receptionist thought carefully, shook her head and pointed to the outside direction. 'Just now the president went out with a young lady surnamed Jiang.' Jiang? Why doesn't she know what friend Cassie knows named Jiang? It's not Jiang Wenwan, is it? 'Is that man named Jiang Wenwan?' Although the receptionist doesn't know the woman's name, she can probably describe her appearance: 'Miss Jiang looks tall and thin, like a model, very gentle and graceful, with yellow hair, about 165 …'

He opened them, unable to resist the envy inside. Wang Dazhi had almost got the full set. Nalan Wushuang, Nalan Wuxia, Qi Wan'er, and Hu Xiaoxian were in these photos. Each of them was exceedingly beautiful. They were all smiling and being intimate with Qin Haodong in the photos. No wonder Wang Dacheng envied him. He had hooked up with plenty of women in M Country all these years. Most of them were pretty, but not as pretty as this one.

He said. Jennie slipped the t-shirt on and asked. "How does it look on me?" Jackson pulls her closer and whispers. "You looked stunning." Jennie giggles when Jackson's breath tickles her ear. "Thanks, babe. But you have to get dressed now, or we will be late. There are so many ideas I have for today." She reminded him. Jackson looks at the towel around his waist and his shirtless body and nods his head. "Yep, my wife is right. I will change now." He said.

Once Wang Jie was out of the changing room, Qingxi who was prepared with her camera on, clicked few photos of him as he shouted at her before going back inside the room. "Qingxi, you hooligan! You've treated us like your pets today." Wang Jie said. "Oh...those abs! Oh!" Qingxi said as she placed her hand on his chest. Gripping her hand tightly to stop her from roaming her hands on his chest, Wang Jie eyes turned dark as he asked with his ears turning red, "What are you doing?" "I am feeling your abs, can't you see? Let me see how much you've been working." Qingxi said as she started roaming her hands again.

I smiled with him and waved back, then he pulled her in for a kiss. Among the dancing bunch, Jason joined Jakub with a dark-skinned beauty who was teaching him her native dance. The IT wizard donned his best playboy smirk, grinding on her as the crowd lost it. Jakub had nothing on Jason as he danced and grind with this Ugandan woman while slowly peeling off his shirt. I swear to God, midway through his hip-thrusting, shirt-peeling spectacle, I saw red lace panties fly, making me giggle. Is it hot here, or just me? Must be the weariness. Yeah, that's it!

We’re about three hours from going live, so Jackson’s prepping me. “I have a few ideas in mind, and the one I can’t stop thinking about is unlike my other ideas. It’s a more casual, approachable look.” He drops his hands to his head, the short white wig swishing. “Most visitors show up decked out in seventeen layers and gold earrings. But your vibe has always been fun. So, here’s my idea. Skater or sundress, leather jacket, combat boots. Huh?” “Sounds like an Ophelia Lane look.”

one of the workers muttered. Jackson was the first to step out. He wore an impeccable black button-down shirt and black trousers. The sleeve of the shirt was folded up his biceps, showing his impressive muscles and tattoos. He was wearing a sleek black shade as well and his black hair looked like it was wet. The women swooned, trying to hide the gushes and blushes. Alpha Jackson was a sight to behold. The next car held Jaxon. He stepped out causing the people waiting to gasp and talk among themselves; the men included.