Novel & Cerita Lisa Jackson Cold Blooded

How cowardice can Jackson be. As I stood in the aftermath of the chaos, my eyes swept over the scene. Half of the mansion was burnt down, smoke rising into the dark sky. But the true horror was the bodies littered everywhere— Hunter’s men, Jackson’s men, all lifeless. Blood soaked the ground, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of death. Though both Hunter and Jackson had suffered losses, Hunter’s pack had been caught off guard. Jackson had attacked when no one expected it. Suddenly, I heard a scream from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat— it was Lisa. Her voice was strained, filled with terror. I didn’t think twice. I sprinted toward Hunter’s study, my mind racing as fast as my fe

He did this so that he wouldn’t soil his hands with the blood of the stupid Alpha. No one said a word to Jackson. It didn’t please him, neither did it please Lisa who thought these new people were strange. Still, she believed that this conversation would be best handled by her. And so, before Jackson could ask the ancients anything, Lisa spoke. “So, who are you?” She pointed at Jacob as she asked this question. Jackson, though annoyed at being talked over, reclined deeper into his throne, waiting to see how this would play out. After all, Lisa was a better talker than him.

I didn't need to know what these people were capable of, the shivers running down my spine was enough. "Lucas was going back to die for Maddie in carcassone and then, ...we were hunted by Eugene, He was going to kill Lucas with a gun-, i swallowed, "He had all the cards, ...and,...and then i uh" His eyes penetrated my soul, causing me to jerk on my seat, suddenly the air felt suffocatingly hot. Elena stepped forward instantly, her manicured fingers tightening on the back of Christopher's chair until her knuckles turned white.

“Okay, go on.” “Then I bumped into a guard who wanted to hurt me but changed his mind because of Jackson's order. He sent me right to my room, but I didn't go back,” I paused and then swallowed a spittle. “I saw something happening in the red room... Jackson shot someone in the head. He didn't even flinch; he just pulled the trigger and wasted that man's life like it was nothing. He is a cold-blooded killer!” Eloise's mouth flew open, and she looked around, scared for her life. ”Jeez, Jade, did you see all that?” I nodded abruptly.

Justice POV: The city skyline, a jagged silhouette against the bruised twilight, appeared in the rearview mirror as we drove. The hum of the tires on asphalt was the only sound for a long stretch. Niko’s hands, long-fingered and steady, gripped the steering wheel. I watched them, tracing the subtle flex of muscle under skin, a phantom warmth still lingering from the night before.

Hunter looked down at the pool of blood flowing from under Wendy Jackson. He knew that he had to leave her house and fast, but he couldn't move. Even though he had finally ended the life of his childhood molester, he still did not feel any better. He didn't know how long he had stood there watching her still body, the sounds of sirens were what took him out of his fixature. He ran down her stairs and out of her house, leaving it wide open. He got into his car and speeded off...

Lisa was being held in the basement of an old villa, in an abandoned wine cellar, under the watch of Jax and others. As for how to handle her, Kendrick wanted to wait until Annabelle was discharged from the hospital before making a decision. Pushing open the door of the basement wine cellar, he walked in, and Jax helped him turn on the dim yellow light. Lisa sat leaning against the wall, her face pale, her black clothes covered in dust and bloodstains, both her own blood and Annabelle's. "Ken, you finally came to see me," Lisa grinned at him. Kendrick looked down at her, his gaze cold and filled with a murderous aura.

Above us, glass shattered. Then came the sound that turned my blood to ice. Jackson's voice. Roaring Anna's name. I took the grand staircase three steps at a time, my bare feet slipping on marble. The second-floor hallway stretched before me, lined with generations of Blackwell portraits. Their painted eyes seemed to track my progress toward Jackson's study, where amber light spilled onto the Persian runner. The copper scent hit me first. *Blood. Fresh and arterial.* A crimson trail led to where Jackson knelt on the floor, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms slick with gore. Anna lay motionless in his lap, her emerald gown shredded at the shoulder, exposing pale flesh and—

a the Komondor, and Michelle Jackson carrying her three years old baby girl and most surprisingly, FBI agent, Jessica Strauss. The Komondor could notice fear in my eyes as soon as I saw the cop, but he calmed me down, assuring she’s a friend who is here to help. I told the FBI agent, Jessica Strauss, about my journey with the young girl inside the mirrors and how Mr. Hudson, and her FBI partner, Carlton were all linked to the murder of Christopher.M.Jackson a.k.a. the Black Jackson. She immediately turned her face away from me, not wanting to believe anything I said, for she was in love with her FBI partner, Carlton, and already engaged to him.