Jacksons Island Novels & Stories

“There’s no mistake. I asked my uncle and he confirmed it!” Zachary stared at Yvonne blankly. After a while, he burst out and yelled, “Get lost!” Jackson stood on the balcony of a villa in Fragrant Hills Valley where he looked into the distance. Fragrant Hills Maple Villa was a lakeside villa estate he developed in South City, which could be described as living next to the waterfront.

“I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.” The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon. “I’ll have the same,” he replied. “What do you mean, out on the island?” Becca asked as the waitress walked away. “Long Island.” He shrugged. “You know, the Hamptons and the farthest point east in New York State? My pack is out on Montauk Point.” She pointed to herself. “Pineland Leap. Sentinels of the New Jersey Devil out in the Pine Barrens.”

Judging by the line alone, it’s clearly one of the most popular spots in the city. My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my pocket. Jackson: Uhm, I’m outside by the park. Come meet me by the cars. I have a VIP pass. I look around until I spot the park he’s talking about, then head in that direction, taking long strides across the pavement. It doesn’t take long before I catch sight of Jackson’s blond mop of hair. I pick up a small stick from the ground and throw it at him. It smacks him in the shoulder.

She needed time to recover from the events in Northern Burrma anyway. Kaden and Lewis worked together meticulously, ensuring they boarded the plane to leave without any issues. After landing safely, Luna was handed over to Kaden. Jason didn't care what they would do to her. He didn't want to get involved in their conflict. Jason took Iris to a small island in Fiji where he had built a mansion. Access to and from the island was only possible by boat or yacht, creating a secluded paradise. This was why Jason had chosen this location. Unlike other countries that were overly developed for tourism, Fiji remained a relatively undiscovered gem with a natural and pristine environment, ideal for rela

“Kneel before me by morning or die.” The circle broke, and the fire returned to its normal hues. “Now let’s fucking party,” he shouted, grinning wildly. Jackson estate Jackson clutched his side, a pained groan slipping out as Hakun, Salem, Vigo, and Isabella scrambled onto the private jet headed for New Orleans. “Are we cutting it close, or are we completely screwed?” Victor snapped, his voice strained. Zara was muttering curses under her breath, while Remy leaned against the seat, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

she said with a wink. A million questions raced through Caitlin’s mind, but before she could ask, Polly began again, in her chipper tone, “This island is named Pollepel. The humans like to call it Bannerman’s Island, just because they don’t know what it’s really called, but Pollepel is the name. It’s been here since ancient times, and it’s always been a sacred place for our kind. For thousands of years, we used this place exclusively, no humans allowed. Even the Indians were scared of it: it was practically the only place in America they wouldn’t dare come. They knew that it was ours.

"The pack scribes are going to chase us everywhere if we stay in the Capital." "My wolf thinks that is a perfect idea," Michael murmurs, nuzzling his sharp teeth against Jone's neck. "TJ Jackson just got engaged to Kim Jackson a few days ago, and they are throwing a huge celebration party on the island. I was going to say no, but..." "We must go!" Jone says excitedly. He wants to meet all of Michael's childhood friends and see the places where his alpha grew up. Michael pulls Jone down flat onto the soft couch, his large male body pinning the omega down gently. He looks at Jone like he is the only thing that matters in the whole world. "This is real, right?"

Dani said, appearing beside me with a plastic cup of soda. "What thing?" "The 'I'm an island' thing. You’re physically here, but mentally you’re already in a dorm room in Chicago ." "It’s safer there," I muttered. The music shifted to something louder, more aggressive. I saw a group of guys from the rival school, East High, swaggering toward the fire. Among them was Jackson Reed,a guy who had been trying to get my number since freshman year and didn't know the meaning of the word no. "Hey, Isla," Jackson said, stepping into my path. He smelled like bourbon and poor decisions.”I heard you’re thinking about leaving us for the big city. How about a dance before you go?"

Jackson finally spoke after he finished half his glass. “Jackson, I live in Manhattan, the other side of the country.” “I just feel like we should give it a chance, maybe the distance between us won’t always be so far.” He interrupted, his gaze softened as he met her eyes. “We should at least try to make something out of this, don’t you think?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her stomach as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. She smiled brightly. “Like you said we should get used to lots of phone calls.” She said as he kissed the back of her shoulder.

"We're going to get hot chocolate at Barb's." Barb's is a small coffee place at the end of the boardwalk. Eli and Elara are already there, warm inside with steam wafting into their faces from their hot mugs. We peer through the window to see what's taking her so long. "Let me go get her," Vivianne says and suddenly I'm out front alone.