Jacksons Island Novels & Stories

I won't risk the pack, or my mate simply because I don't want to go so soon. "Hardin needs me off pack land by the end of the week so he has time to prepare the wolves. Which means, we need to decide on a location." I tell Jackson. Dropping onto the sofa beside him, I pull out my phone. "Lets make a list." Jackson says, yanking out his phone and opening his notes. "Caribbean." I say immediately, recalling how gorgeous it looked on a flyer I'd seen on the plane. Deciding to just g****e the best places to go, I read some of them off to Jackson. He doesn't want to go somewhere that is full of history and stories, he wants activities and adventure.

People were roaming in the streets. We drove over an hour.Jackson stopped the car near a beach. The sound of waves filled the air. The warm breeze touched my skin. Faint light of the sun fell on the surface of the sea. White foams were forming and looked like cotton floating on the surface of the water.The beach was isolated. I turned to Jackson. "Why are we here? ". Jackson took my hand and kissed the back of it. " You will see. Now come with me ". He left my hand, took the basket from the back seat and climbed out of the car. He opened the door for me, when I climbed out of the car Jackson pulled me towards him.

I already had ideas of what we could do with this residence. “Belle Island is the largest island in Florida that’s for sale. It’s located on Lake George and forms part of St. John’s River. The island is also bordered by the Ocala National Forest and Georgetown. Now I know what you’re thinking, but the island is really very private but you’re also close enough to Orlando, Daytona, St. Augustine and Jacksonville,” Justin said. “Disneyworld,” Felix said as I laughed at him. Justin guided the boat towards the dock and moored it. We stood on the jetty and waited while Justin tied the boat to the wooden post. The first cabin came into view with a large barn built next to it. On the other side of t

Jessica: “No, it is not okay! Have you seriously forgotten about Sheila? And Lily? And our plans?” Jessica: “Where are you going?” Me: “Hawaii. You know that.” Jessica: “No, I mean do you have a direct flight or a stopover?” Me: “A direct flight…” Jessica: “To where?” Me: “Hawaii.” Jessica: [angry emoji] “Where in Hawaii?” Me: “I dunno. One of the islands.” Jessica: “Answer my d&&n question or I swear to the Goddess you will not get laid again for a year. Which island are you flying into?”

With a wave of his hand, Jackson gestured towards the garments. "Here there are, everything I wore to the party. Get the panties and let's see, " As Mavis reached for Jackson's trousers ransacking the pockets carefully, he felt a silken fabric, smooth and light against his fingertips. He froze, his breath catching in his throat as he slowly withdrew his hand, revealing a pair of stringed panties. They were black, lacy, and unmistakably familiar. They were the exact type he had bought for Isabel only a few weeks ago.