Jacksons Island Novels & Stories

As I finish my drink, I hear Jackson greet guests on the deck. “Showtime,” Kennedy sings as she opens the doors for the guests. Jackson enters, followed by a slender red-head and a tall, tan, blonde man. He motions to the couple. “This is Red and Isaac.” Jackson extends his arm toward me. “And this is Taylor.” The redhead extends her right hand. Her grip is firm and succinct. “I'm Madison. Jackson likes to push my buttons by calling me Red.” Her eyes move from Jackson back to mine. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Jackson was sure that his security team appreciated the change of pace as well. Jackson stepped outside onto a porch overlooking the water. The party was held at the yacht club clubhouse, so the view was amazing. The second story porch jutted out over the docks where million dollar boats bobbed in the cool night air. Most everyone was inside enjoying the party, but Jackson wanted a moment to himself to check in with Emma. He could see her F******k status was active, so he knew she was awake. “How’s your show?” he asked when she picked up the phone.

"Are you not going to quit your job?" "Honey,my job is very important, I need to pay back what the Bueneva Family made for me" Jackson was saved by James before. They meet in island before. James plane crashed on the sea near the Island. While Jackson was captured by unknown people some years ago, they are working in a mine in the deep forest in that Island. The armed people saw a plane crashed and a parachute going down from the sky. The leader of the armed people search for the person of at the parachute. When they found the person they took him and joined the slaves, this was James. They meet in that place. They suffered and have lots of wounds. James always motivate me that time that som

The sun in the afternoon is no longer hot, the waves are rolling on the white sandy beach wetting a pair of feet walking hand in hand barefoot holding hands. "Are you happy living on the island of Bali, dear?" asked JC looking at Anna's face through his dark glasses. Annastacia was also wearing sunglasses, she looked back at JC with a smile. "This place is so beautiful, Jason. Actually, I'm happy to live here, but I'm starting to miss my job. Can't we go back to Grenada?" she answered.

She was a tall Asian girl on my left, and we exchanged brief smiles, but nothing more. The other three women wore the new white tennis shoes issued to them by the staff of the show. We all wore sturdy jeans and long-sleeved T-shirts with “The Island” logo, along with light windbreakers. Mine was currently tied around my waist, and most of the others either carried them or had stuffed them in their backpacks.

Jackson immediately spotted the small crowd gathered along the shore as his boat drew closer. “Jax is here!” a shrill voice shouted, stealing everyone’s attention. It was Greta, a paid woman on the island who had her eyes on Jackson. She bounced excitedly, as if she hadn’t seen him in a year. She wore something revealing—her fair legs on full display, her chest nearly spilling out—but Jackson didn’t even react. Jackson went out to sea every single day. Whether he caught fish or not, he went anyway. Sailing had become part of his life during the four years he had lived on the island.

A sense of isolation washed over them, but it was a welcome solitude compared to the constant threat they'd been living under. Jackson's private island was a tropical paradise, a stark contrast to the urban jungle they had just escaped. The white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and swaying palm trees offered a temporary respite from their troubles. They spent the next few days in seclusion, enjoying the peace and quiet. They swam in the ocean, sunbathed on the beach, and explored the island's hidden coves. For the first time in weeks, they felt a sense of calm. But the tranquility was only skin deep. The fear of Bianca's return was always present, a shadow looming over their paradise. T

POV: JAXON I spent three days planning this date. It had to be perfect. Not flashy or expensive, Isla didn't care about that. Something meaningful. Personal. Something that showed I'd been paying attention. So I found a lake. Private property, an hour outside the city. I rented it for the afternoon, no paparazzi, no interruptions, just us. I packed her favorite foods. Strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, that expensive dark chocolate she pretended not to love.

Seeing a fat squirrel looking at her from the branch, Jessica threw one of the wild fruits in her hand over. Without aim, the fruit fell to the ground, scaring the squirrel away. "Is it fun?" Blake stood behind her. Jessica knew it was him when she heard his footsteps, so she didn't look back. She said, "It's worth it to buy this island by Mo Feitong." She really liked this place. "When I came here just now, I saw a pheasant and a black goat." Blake picked up the leaves from her hair and said, "I'll buy an island too. We'll live in retirement. It's called Xiang Island. Only the two of us can live on the island. No one can come here."

i said to him. " You can't go, to think i will let you go off to the Mikes after they took han is absurd " I smile. " You're worried? Wow, I'm sorry if i make the mighty jack mayor worry but the Mikes will do nothing to me. Remember I'm their super model " Jack stare at me and wanted to argue more but his cellphone rang and he pick it almost immediately. He hung up after some minutes and turn to us. " They found Han "