Jackson X Stiles Novels & Stories

Morrison had friends in the NYPD and the prosecutor's office and agreed to this collaboration for the sake of efficiently bringing Dylan behind bars. The other man who joined us in the room was much more peculiar. Killian explained that Mr. Stiles was a military specialist, a person he called whenever needed, as he named it a “special kind of approach.” I was wondering what his words meant until a tall, bulky, and highly intimidating man entered the study. Once he did, I decided it was better not to ask any questions. The two-millimeter cut of his hair, the long scar going from his chin down his neck, and another one under his left eye, made him look as if he had been taken straight from som

Jackson noticed Alex and Josh for the first time and smiled at them. "I must say your daughter-in-law is a beauty and I must also say she and Josh look good together," Mr. Jackson said, he has seen pictures of Alex and Ander but has not really seen them in person, they took after Jessica, their mother, no doubt about it. "They surely do only that some friends would not keep their hands off some people's lives." Mr. Jackson observed the manner in which Senior Bleak speaks and concluded that his invitation was not a friendly one and if his guess was right then it has to do with Stacy, it can only be because of Stacy.

“Mom, let’s just forget this and move on” “No,i won’t, Jackson needs to pay for what he did” “Mom,i was the one that got raped and i have already forgiven him” “Well,i haven’t and I don’t think i will, Gianna McKenzie Flores,your relationship with Xander depends on Jackson” “What do you mean,mom?” “What i mean is that if Jackson doesn’t go to jail,then i don’t want you dating Xander anymore” “What?” T.B.C

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

Jackson licked his lips before attacking my neck, moving his hands to my waist, and with one hand, he started to unbutton my jeans. "J-Jackson, please," Tears started to pool in my blue eyes as he slid one hand between my jeans and underwear, letting it rest on my hip. Frustrated, Jackson squeezed harshly and let out a huff. "What the fuck Celeste," He spat. Tremors in my hands could hardly control themselves as I have heard stories about his anger, how he smacked around some girl named Stacy last year so bad she left the pack before anyone knew. "We've been seeing each other for a whole three weeks, what's wrong?"

As a subtle scent rolls through the window, it puts Scarlett even more on edge making my insides scream to let her out. "Stiles," the warrior greets Xander his voice ice cold, keeping my eyes ahead I see Beta Jake pushing through the crowd. A moment of relief passing over his face until he realizes the situation I am in panic written all over him. "What are you doing at New Moon? Come to take down another Alpha?" The man snipes and I thank the Goddess he still hasn't noticed me sitting in the passenger seat.

I hope Annie and John can keep him calm and keep him on track, if she really plans to kill me, then I pray the moon goddess will at least help him to be happy and bless him with a mate who will truly love him and help him to guide his pack with a true heart. I look back at Stacy to focus again on the rest of her story. She snaps her finger in my face and regain my attention. “Are you listening to me? If you’re not going to pay attention, then I will just leave and I will let my rogues have their fun with you and I will go back to Jaxson.” “Sorry Stacy, I’m listening now, I am just trying to process everything.” I make sure to show her that I am paying attention.

Luke's silence was revealing. Inside, Stacy held her smile in place as another socialite tried to engage in small talk. Her fingers clenched around her wine glass. She needed to regain control—fast. She went over to Jackson. "That scene was unfortunate," she said. Jackson didn't look at her. "You brought it on yourself." "I did not start it." "You came in like a queen without a throne. You provoked her." Stacy's voice dropped. "I am pregnant with your grandchildren." Jackson finally looked at her. "For your sake, I hope so."

Something about the way he says things hits a part of me that I've buried deep. The abrupt ringing of my phone pulls me back to the present. Adrianna sent you a message. "Jackson Stroud. 28 years old. His family cut him off after he came out. Living in an apartment with affordable rent. No more family ties. "Desperate." I stare at the screen for a long time, thinking about it. The weight of his predicament sinks in, and for some reason, it feels more genuine than I want to admit. I take a big breath and make up my mind.