Jacksons Island Novels & Stories

]- “I need your service. I just spoke to Eloise. She and our child have escaped their kidnappers together with Ethan, but they're in danger. It’s not just Trayton, Helena is also behind it. They’re teaming up against me.” Jackson’s voice brims with determination, as if reading my mind, he asks, -[“I'll take care of it. Where are they?”]- “They're hiding in a convenient store in front of Barrio Isla Verde’s Municipal Hall in Batangas. I need you to pick them up and take them to a secure location. Book a room in the most high-end, discreet hotel here in Manila. Make sure it's fortified, and no one can get in without our consent. I'll join you there as soon as I can.”

Uncle Peter told me something that made my legs go numb. The meeting that was about to happen was to discuss the future launch of a Five star hotel in our town. Uncle Peter was to join the meeting and be a part of this discussion as the representative along with our Mayor Mr Paterson. He was worried that the future of his resort was in danger and so was the nature and landscape of our town. He wanted me to accompany him as his companion to represent his side of the things in the meeting.

the two of them groaned. "Can we not talk about possible deaths?" Jackson said shuddering as the two probably thought about the gun my father kept back home. He polishes that gun now and then as if waiting for its victim. "Anyway," I giggled quietly. "I spoke to Marct, and he told me about this place that deals with planning weddings and stuff. It's in Sandton, so we were planning to go there," "We?" Michael and I said at the same time. "Yes," Jackson said. "Marct and I,"

“Yes, Sutton and Mark Williams. We have a similar acquaintance in Elliot and Mandy Brand. Do you believe in fate Mr. Jackson? Could all of this really be a coincidence or is fate having a joke with us as she is so prone to do?” Jackson felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He didn’t want to die, and he knew that if something happened to him here, he would never be heard from again. “I think that life can be a real bitch,” Jackson answered truthfully and to his surprise, Julio laughed. “Indeed, it certainly can. Isabel will show you to your room. I must apologize that we won’t be staying long. The jet will be prepared to take us to America in the morning.” “We?” Jackson said faintly.

Jackson hoped to God those rumours were right, because that was the only thing which would make sense of all this. He also saw the British team that would be escorting the bus, their opposite numbers—brothers in arms, supposedly, only separated by an ocean and a couple of hundred years or so of independence. He’d always wanted to visit this island, which was why he’d put in for a tour of duty here. Seeing the British countryside would be nice after some of the places he’d been posted. He was beginning to wish he hadn’t bothered. Not only had this sleepy (You might want to rephrase that, Jackson, old buddy) little part of England suddenly become one of the most dangerous places on the planet,

But he wasn’t far from recognizing his own enemy in the flesh. “You’re out of time boy.” He speaks in deep Southern. Without any strength left to keep him conscious, Jackson blacks out. Two hours pass by since Lily had left the pack, and she was almost home. Unaware of the unfortunate events taking place back there. After spending all that time sitting in a bus, Lily was relieved that she made it to the city of Portland. It had been a long time since she had come home due to the University, plus almost half a year longer being with Jackson.

The walk down memory lane makes me a little homesick for the first time since I left Summervale. About ten years ago a larger park was put in closer to town, so the dilapidated little park on the edge fell into disuse. It’s somewhat off the beaten path, so it became the perfect place for high schoolers to sneak off to get into trouble away from prying eyes. I’ve definitely been here a time or two, up to no good- and I can’t say my intentions are any better tonight. I directed Jax here because it’s the first place I thought of as somewhere we could go to be alone, and when we’re alone, we tend to get naked.

Jackson relayed to me. "Shit, one of those," I muttered angrily. I had chased after my fair share of army deserters and ghosts. "That means he is trained or a professional," I told Jackson. "Where are you?" I asked him. "Driving back to the office," He answered. I sent him Isabella's location. She was currently at a bus station. Why was she taking public transport? Where was she going? "I just sent you, Isabella's location, I have no idea where she is going, follow her closely and report to me," I told him as another call came through.

His mate and his best friend, both at the back of the boat, possibly bleeding to death. Jackson didn't see anything. But I could feel what he was feeling. And he was completely lost right now. "Isaac. Do it now. We're far enough away." Jackson ordered. So Jackson opened his bag and pulled out a detonator. He looked straight ahead at the island and pushed the button. We could hear the explosion where we were and I managed to put my head up slightly to see the whole thing coming apart from under the ocean and working its way up and it started sinking the whole island. Alcatraz was no more.

Jackson replied, bringing his head down to her cunt. The girl rolled her eyes as she lay back on the bed. “That's tickles,” she giggled. “Ouch. Tickles? I was going for "Please don't stop.” Jackson teased while licking her out. “We wouldn't want her to catch us, do we now?” she asked, staring at the plain white ceiling. “I don't mind.” “Don’t be silly,” Jackson grazed her clit with his teeth, earning a sharp moan from her. Meanwhile, back at the office, Isla sat on the high-backed leather chair in front of her desk staring helplessly at the Greek god-like human in his office attending to clients through his window blinds.