Jackson Wang Cute Novels & Stories

“It's ok, you kept us waiting for too long though, I would have gone back home. Anyway, it's not too late. I think I should go home now. “Home? No babe, stay a few more days with me, let's bond more babe.” Jason persuading me to stay is a trap. I'm mentally not prepared for that, except for the fact that I will keep having encounters with Richard as often. “I didn't come with any dress” “No no issues honey, we can get clothes anytime. Sometimes I think you forget what I'm capable of” He brags with head held high, chin up raised eyebrow. His smile isn't soft, but it announces superiority and pride.

Accurate. “Exactly!” Kiara points. “Damn, girl — you might not be as dumb as I thought.” The redhead frowns. “Thanks … I think?” “What do you think, Sis, is he handsome?” Jackson, like always, must stir the pot even if it’s empty. Every single gaze swings my way. My mouth goes dry. My pulse spikes. Rage simmers hot and fast. “Who. The. Fudge. Cares!” Jackson’s smile is slow and unsettling, like a serial killer who just found his next victim.

That night, Angela wore a maroon short-sleeved dress that fell to her knees, and with her long hair flowing naturally, she looked like a goddess descending from the heavens. Moreover, Angela had applied only a light layer of makeup and wore just a few pieces of jewelry, which only made the appearance of one of the young directors at the Jackson Group even more captivating. “She’s absolutely stunning!” “No wonder Ben Walter is head over heels for her.” “A woman as beautiful as her is definitely better off with Ben Walter than with that loser who disappeared.” Another person chimed in, “Goodness! Don’t even mention Miss Jackson’s good-for-nothing husband. He’s gone.”

“How old man like me forget? You gangsta.” I snorted. It was… completely unladylike. Embarrassment washed over me. Wang blinked. “Gangsta?” How did he hear that? I turned to Thomas for help. Thomas, as if on cue, walked straight past me and grabbed Wang, pulling him into a crushing hug that lifted Wang slightly off his feet. “You!” Thomas boomed. “You come China and not see me first? You got nervous!” “Uncle!” Wang laughed, trying to pry himself free. “You’re choking me!”

Someone said with emotion. 00Jack nodded slightly as if he was enjoying being looked at with envious eyes. 00Ling Wei turned around. When she saw Cassandra, she was shocked. Didn't she just come to the country? Why did she and Gu Diao know each other here? 00It seemed that the people behind her were too eye-catching. Jiang Mohan turned around and saw her white ankle-length dress, which was as soft as the moonlight, wrapping around her exquisite body. Her black hair was casually tied behind her head and casually fell on her ear, which added a woman's soft charm to her. Her slender arms were wrapped around her neck, looking dignified and dignified.

Jackson was used to Andrei's nonsense. He was still in his office attire. White button-down shirt, sleek black slacks, and a coat on his left hand. He looked more like a GQ model than a strict CEO of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. He didn't smile as he walked like a king. Everyone turned to look at him, whether it was a woman or a man. His presence was too much to deal with. Men envied his looks and bank account, while women swooned over him, they all wanted to be part of his bed. But it wasn't that easy, if there was one person who was very picky, it was Jax. His taste and standard for girls were out of this world, proven by his late wife, Katherine Welch, a form

She planned to use them as bargaining chips with Yang Tian-Xu for things she wants later in the future. The look Wang Yi-An has goes well with simple makeup and with a bit of curls. She looked a lot more natural compared to when she was at Madam Liu’s party. Wang Yi-An will always be beautiful to Yang Tian-Xu, even if she was covered with dirt. Yang Tian-Xu couldn’t help but stare at her photo on his phone screen, smiling like a fool.

I continue to hassle the midget further. “I don’t know why I even try talking to you guys,” he smirks, flashing a little dimple on one side. I swear I’ve never seen a beautiful man until I met Lee. And it’s bothersome. Freshly showered, Jackson comes into view behind him and snorts. “I’ve never been cute. Pretty, yes, but not cute.” He gives Lee a wink. “But, you should have seen my brother as a kid. Ugly as shit, with a total lack of coordination. He took years to grow into his current look.”

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

With his gold-rimmed glasses, he remained expressionless as he skipped past one after another. Most did not fit his desired style, and the beauty filters were too strong. They were likely very different from their real appearance. Jackson, who was 32 years old, had always been strict and efficient. When he scrolled into a newcomer’s stream, he frowned, finding it too suggestive. Just as he was about to swipe away, the woman’s coquettish voice caught his attention. “Welcome to the new mister who just joined. This is Sweetie’s first stream.” The video did not show her face, but her neck and below were visible. Her chest almost burst through the fabric.